Secret messages out in the open #4

Wednesday, 14 March 2007

Dear ________,

You kept badgering me about whether I wanted some pears. I love pears. When I said, sure I’d love one, you kept repeating the question. I couldn’t figure out why. I found out.

You were looking for some subtle phrasing of my answer which might possibly release you from responsibility when you dumped two 30-gallon trashbags full of pears off at my desk when I wasn’t there and you wouldn’t be back any time soon.

I agreed to take “a couple” of pears and I fucking walk to work, you dick.

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