Dear honey-pie, yes you may call me honey-pie, you honey-pie you.

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Dear kid who I am beginning to fear is stalking me,

the economy is as fucking bad as always, and life blows just the same, and as you already know the unemployment is a fact. But it's okay because in my possession I have a sacred jewel which I found in my backyard last night. All I need to do now is to create a false rumor that it's worth something, and then sell it. Oh it will be great.