Son, I am truly sorry for the mess I’ve put you into. It makes me sick to my stomach when I think about what you are up against, and I have had a headache for months. There is a disaster coming your way and I had a big part in creating it. I’ve given you little (if any) hope that you can survive it. I am sending you off to war with a pocket knife. I am so sorry son.
I’m sorry son
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