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Raj,
What if Matt has not even told you about these letters that I am writing to you? What if you have no idea, even now, that I am plotting against your balls? Has anyone ever plotted against your balls before? I think not - so this situation is completely alien to you.
Sometimes I lay awake at night, imagining the look on your face (a face I have never seen) when I knock on your door.
KNOCK, KNOCK
- Door opens
RAJ:"Can I help you with something?" (spoken in undisclosed foreign accent, as I don't know where Raj is actaully from?)
PAT: "I'm sorry"
RAJ: ?
PAT: (Wallop! - right in the balls)
RAJ: "....?...."
PAT: (Turns and walks away)
I'm sorry poor, Raj. Fate has dealt you a poor hand. Maybe you will rise to the occasion - and martyrdom will suit you.
Pat
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