Tuskegee {heuters} A pile of documents is full of love letters from a man to a woman. The pile is peppered infrequently by letters from the woman to the man, although these are short and better written.

"These letters are in my desk and I cannot read them again without crying," said the man. "I have put them in the pile so that an intern can shred them with a cross-cut shredder machine."

The shredded pieces will be put in a bag and mixed with finance and patent documents and then thrown into the rubbish. Then the man will forget the letters. The woman has already forgot the man.







































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