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Dearest John;

It was I who stole your cocoa dusted almonds. I’m very sorry. I wanted to leave this letter for you, so that you won’t blame your innocent and lovely girlfriend, Tasha. Also, I will replace them if you absolutely need me to, but that will have to be after my return from the Bermuda Triangle.

Hold your horses until then,

Margaret Thatcher