I read the letter in anger and despair as your have made a print addition in the Daily fail, a newspaper not to be associated with the daily mail. Why I ask myself?
Tears are dripping down and I manically stroke the cat and then the other cat

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Done with my ritual I set forward to save my name and leave my children a legalicy, not of shame like you. I give my child an iheritance of the estate and a caretaker. I use my left over money to buy ice-freezing for you and me with instruction to wake me up first.
In the year 3000, I'm woken up from my slumper by creatures that only resemble humans. I ask them to make a DNA test and after finding the results my face is wincing in anticipation
I wake your sorry ass up from your 900 years of slumber and I show you the result:
"
@paramedic is the father. She was a undiagnosed XX-Y with feminine traits. "
Your secrets is now out and my legacy saved and kick you back to your slumber and enjoying the Max Riemelt robots