Found in student's backpack yesterday morning from Dirtbag's wife (along with extra pair of socks locked in ziplock bag--no explanation).
"To Whom It May Concern:
I (AN Pomblett [name changed for privacy purposes]) am obviously not keeping up, not even close. Not from lack of concern or trying. I know you're ~ clueless. The people that do what I do + continue living + still plugging away are few and far between. Not complaining about myself + burdens, rather, I'm smart even to know that Frederick will be the real loser. He's only 8 with a whole life ahead of him. I am hating all over the place for him.
ANPOMBLETT
P.S. Frederick eats pizza again. However, if he's happy with spaghetti + meatballs, I think its alittle heathier. ANPOMBLETT
Note for today: Send home a list of psychiatrists. While I realize I may look like Freud, sound like Freud, and sure, the name "Lynn" may even resemble "Freud," I am actually, not in fact, Freud, and AMPOMBLETT, therefore, needs to find another counselor.
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