I know You have a lot on Your celestial plate, so I’ll keep this brief. Before I get to business, though, I want apologize in advance - You’re going to feel some heat in this letter. Don’t think me ungrateful; I get that You invented heat and hats off for that. It’s some of Your best work. My rancor isn’t directed at You exactly. I had a rough night, struggling with a defective body part and, things being what they are, I can’t return it to the shop. My complaint’s based on almost no sleep, a touch too much Red Door Gin last evening, a spicy tuna roll that might have been past its sell-by date and that annoying body part I mentioned. Here goes.
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