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My darling, darling Fox,
Have I mentioned lately how wonderful it is to have you for a stepson? I couldn't adore you more if you were my own flesh and blood. Speaking of flesh and blood, I have a teensy, weensy favor to ask you. Would you mind terribly speaking to Terrorsita about not pressing charges against my poor dear Gwennie? Oh Fox, you should see her in that jail cell-not only is she forced to wear that horrible prison outfit, but her mind is wasting away. She actually asked me to bake cookies with her! I know Ethan is doing his best to make Tartita see the light, but you two were an item once too. Maybe you could use that hot body of yours to change her mind?
All my love,
Rebecca
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