Chủ Nhật, 28 tháng 2, 2021

Letters between a father and son

Dear son;

Your mother and I love you very much, and we miss you dearly ever since you went to prison. I especially miss you now that spring is here, and it is time to plow the fields. The ground is hard, and my back is old. I am afraid I will never be able to plant the crops in time.

Your loving father

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Dear Dad:

Do not dig in the field. That is where I hide that thing. You know I can not say what it is because they read our mail. Just do not dig out there.

Your son

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Dear son:

The cops came out and dug up my fields. They said they were looking for something. Thanks, son. It looks like I will get the crops planted.

Your loving and grateful father

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