For the record, I tried to tell you I was onto you. I'm not sure if you noticed, but just in case I'm leaving you this note,

... which I'm sure you'll read. I can't believe you were able to choke out all of that flattery. I could barely tell how difficult it was for you. You do some of the same things Sydney did. Do they send you guys to a special class?

I've said this before in this blog, but children usually need to hear things a few times before it sinks in. Has it ever occurred to any of you that if you had a leg to stand on you wouldn't need all this secrecy? You need the secrecy because what you're doing is wrong. But then that's the problem; you don't know the difference between right and wrong. You also don't know the difference between secrets and privacy.

There's not even any point in insulting you, so I'll make this easy to understand. Everything you do proves you're wrong.

If they have any confidence in their ability, no writer would write in these conditions. They might as well hide a map to buried treasure on a whore's back.