Dear Luke,
I am very sorry I jumped up on the kitchen counter last night and ate 1/3 of your birthday cake. It was wrong of me. I think the smells got the best of me and when mom turned around I couldn’t resist. Sometimes my stomach speaks louder than my conscious. I spent last night in my crate thinking about my bad behavior and I promise not to do it again -this year. Mom said she would make you a new cake tonight. Please accept my sincere apologies.
Best Regards,
Your brother Marley
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