Dear Dr. John,
Good evening. I'm sitting in our son's room putting him to sleep while you play your games. Excuse me, while you yell at your game for not doing what you wanted. I understand how difficult it must be not being able to hear me talk all week like mentioned before. You still haven't said anything to me...you keep forgetting your digital recorder for an EVP session. Anyways, so you must be lonely. But yelling at your x box wont help. Calling it mother f*cker and fagg*t isn't every nice. You need to pet your x box and kiss it. Though, I am positive you give it much love when I am not around. It gets heated up every night. It gets turned on after dinner and cools off hours later. Poor thing must be exhausted after you're done with it. But Dr. John, please be aware, even though you don't notice I am here our son is sleeping right now. It is 8:45 pm and he has been up since 3 am and is tired himself. So beware that your Xbox and you are not the only ones under this roof. Thank you.
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