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Coming up at the top of the hour, right about four minutes after, it's my strawberry letter for today.

The subject, he's louder than I am.

Well, you know, we're going to mail a little something, Shirley.

You know, this something me and catdog did, and we got straight ignorant.

You don't let, yeah, we're going to mail something, all right?

It's the gift.

We're going to mail the gift.

Good luck with the mail. Don't let nothing get in the way of the joke. Let's go, cat, though. Hello? Hello, I'm trying to, I'm trying to reach Bree. This is Brie. Hey, Bree, how you doing? Listen, you and I, we've never met. I wanted to reach out to you, though.

Did you get a package that I sent to you last week?

A package.

Who is this?

My name is Jason, and I sent you a package. Do I know you?

Who are you?

Say again now?

How do I know you?

You don't know me.

I'm just, you know, I guess you can say I'm like a secret admirer, and I've been admiring you for quite some time. And, you know, I sent you a little something, and, you know, I didn't know if you got it or not, if I had the right address, but I wanted to know if you had gotten it. So, you know, this is like my first time reaching out to you.

You know what I sent that package to my house.

Uh, yeah, you know the person drives to my house. Who the fuck are you? And how do you know me? I've been in mind you for a long time. I see you, I see you at your job. I see you at your house, you know, at the grocery market when I see you. So what's your, do I know you? Where do I know you from? You don't know me, you know? You don't know me at all. But you know I got, you know. Wait a minute. Wait a a minute. Wait a minute. You just sent some draws to my house, got my husband all up in an uproar behind these damn drows, and you don't even know me. You got a husband? Yeah, I got a husband. Oh, okay. I didn't... I mean, hey, I... No disrespect, Bree. I ain't know you had a husband. Hell, if you been watching me stalking me at my job in my house, you ought to know that. Hey, I apologize on that, but you, so you did get it. I want a fucking apology. Yeah, I got them. Okay, I mean, what did you think about the gesture, though? I mean... Let me explain something to you. My husband got that

package with my name on it, and I've been for the last week going through hell. This

fucking my Facebook, all on my emails, going through my call history on my phone. I get,

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