<div class="bbWrapper"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: darkred">A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Dad". With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Dear Dad:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">It is with great regret and sorrow that I"m writing to you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I know you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight clothes and the fact she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstacy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Love,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Your Son John</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">I love you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'"><span style="color: #8b0000">Call me when it's safe to come home.</span></span></div>
