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Sr. P. Lotina

Despu�s de las duras jornadas de trabajo que me toca padecer, las tardes 
ya no son nada sin poderle auscultar libremente la cloaca al pajarua. Siento
su mirada inquisitoria detr�s de mi nuca.

Ya no soy nadie sin poder hacerle al DJ Pajarito  las bromas que tanto nos gustan.

He pensado que si le pido disculpas a Ud. por los graves insultos que le dediqu� a su persona
sin venir a cuento, tal vez podamos volver a ser amigos y se olvide de mi, y nos deje volver al grupo
que usted tan sabiamente administra.

�Me perdona Ud.?

Gracias

Carpe Diem

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