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Dear Mrs. B.
Tomorrow morning you should wake up, pop a couple of Xanax to get your anxiety under control, dust off your broom, and fly over to the Tempe Mission Palms.
Doing this will not only get your lazy ass off the couch for a day, it will also discourage your husband from telling more people about your personal life and his frustrations with it/you.
Just a friendly suggestion from your neighborly fat ass big mouth dick.
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