"Don't send me any more letters," she said on the telephone.
"But I already re-sent it," I pled, "when it came back unopened."
"I tore it up," she said.
"But I just sent it today -- what letter did you tear up?"
"The letter I got before, I didn't like the way it smelled."
"But I thought women liked that stuff, it's a scent you said you liked ... when that letter came back unopened, I rescented it and re-sent it."
"No, I resented it," she affirmed, "so I tore it up."
"But I apologized, and took back every word I said," I pled.
"Some things can't be rescinded. So don't send me any more letters."
"But I already re-sent my recent note, rescinding the re-scented note you resented ..."
"I'll tear it up, too, then," she said
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