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Dear asleep_cesare,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert.
I think I realized it when I threw up as you ate enchilada and I saw you carve your initials into my mustard soufflé.
I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks.
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Dear asleep_cesare,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert.
I think I realized it when I threw up as you ate enchilada and I saw you carve your initials into my mustard soufflé.
I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks.
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Now that you've discovered it, I confess that I am a pervert.
And I do confess too that I have a problem with food. When I saw your soufflé... well, I couldn't help it.
But you should know that if I am a pervert, I am not scarred of anything, even of telling you that you are entirely wrong about EHM.
But are these good enough reasons to give me my ring back? Think about it, please. You can keep my neighbour. He's finished anyway.
And I wanted to say you that your relation with the second world war is none of my business. You can do anything you want, and I won't stop you.
Greetings to your mustard soufflé,
Cesare
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Lullaby, please, listen to me: Martin didn't meant anything to me. He helped me in the kitchen, that's all! How can you think he interested me? But he made these great fish and chips... you know the effects it has over me. God, I didn't do anything with him. At least, believe that!
I think I'm going to eat some sushis, right now, I need something strong.
PS: Well, WW2 is not a good restaurant. That's why I'm not interested in it. I thought we discussed that already. You're just giving yourself good reasons to treat me like a shit. But I know your tricks, doesn't work anymore.
You'll be sorry for what you did to me.
Your lover, against her will
Cesare
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