Dear Thomas Hall,
I do not know you and yet you pretend to know me. You stole my information across the country and used it to fix your car. Were you going to see me? Were you running? Were you just bored? Regardless of why you, sir, have taken up enough of my time. In response here is a mid-western dinner party for one. My table is your table, or at least that is what you thought.
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