Dear Genuine Draft,
I’m sorry I almost killed you tonight for no apparent reason. I realize now that it was very stupid to throw a hefty chunk of metal in the general direction of your head.
Please forgive me? I’ll give you frozen broccoli… and some painkillers… and my first-born child.
&c.,
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Nah, kids are expensive. On the other hand, I could always use more broccoli.
What about an otter pop?
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