Dear Rabid Bunnie:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our horoscopes don't match. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa in your closet and I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're Man enough to understand That Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning The pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep your neighbour Martin as a memory. You should also know that I Told in my confession today about The incarnation as an eskimo.

Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
Quonners

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