dear son,
i'm writing to apologize for throwing away my magazine collection. truth be told, it was a dust collection, and though i'm sure you'd love to look through them and laugh at the fashion and the fads that don't make any sense to you today, i did it out of selfish desires and lack of space. you see son, i'm moving to nashville tomorrow, and i've got too much stuff. the more i throw away, the easier it is, and the more room i have in my new place. sure, it would have been funny for you to see pictures of britney spears before her first of eight marriages, and you'd probably laugh at how soft my chemical romance's music sounds compared to the music of today, but i'm sure you'll understand.
love,
dad
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