dear uncle harold,

Don't think i didn't see you looking at my boobs yesterday. you sick me out, peering underneath your thick glasses to catch a glimpse of my cleave. dear god, this is why i refuse your hugs and deny your invitations to dinner. the next time it happens, i'm gonna call you out on it in front your wife, my aunt marie. go look at porn and stop looking at me.

you sicko!
anna