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An elderly Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his
annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote
a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent:
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able
to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old
to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my
troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig
the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Pa:
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love you,
Vinnie

At t 4:00 AM the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the
entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That very same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Pa:
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do
under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie
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