All right about four minutes after today's strawberry letter.

And the subject is my husband's secret children. Wow.

Yeah, it's deep. But first,

Nephew Tommy is here with this prank phone call.

Hooking up at the daycare is the name of it.

Hooking up at the daycare.

What?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello I'm trying to, uh, I'm trying to reach Freita

shit. This reach Freita's

This is free and who is this you don't know me my name is uh... liney line it I know I wanted to call you I've been looking for trying to get your phone number actually for like about

the last about two weeks now. What do you need my number for baby can you get on

with it because I'm on lunch break I'm trying to hear me eat my lunch and I need you

to come on with it. Okay, now, is your, um, your husband is d'sch?

Uh, what is your name again?

My name is Lining, Linain'

Okay, and you're asking about my husband.

Now what about the shit?

Yes, that's my husband.

See, the problem I'm having Miss Frida is that I look through my wife's cell phone about two three weeks ago and I'd have found out that this actual phone number belonged to your husband named

and he he'd been text messaging her

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