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Hi, Fred, this is Richard, next door.
I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled w/guilt for a few
months & have been trying to get up the courage to tell you
face-to-face.  At least I’m telling you in this text, & I can’t live
w/myself a minute longer w/o your knowing about this.
The truth is that, when you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your
wife, day & night.  In fact, probably much more than you.  I haven’t
been getting it at home recently, & I know that that’s no excuse. The
temptation was just too great. I can’t live w/the guilt & hope you’ll
accept my sincere apology & forgive me.
Please suggest a fee for usage, & I’ll pay you.
Regards, Richard


Fred, feeling very angry & betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door,
& shot Richard, killing him.  He went back home, shot his wife, poured
himself a stiff drink & sat down on the sofa.  Fred then looked at his
phone & discovered a 2nd text message from Richard.



Hi, Fred.  Richard here again.  Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out and noticed that the darned Auto-Correct had
changed “wi-fi” to “wife.”  Technology, huh?  It’ll be the death of us

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