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From the files of the Revenoor, on the subject of texting...

Alan texted his next door neighbor, Fred...

ALAN’S TEXT:
Hi Fred, This is Alan next door. I have a confession to make. I’ve
been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying
to get the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now
telling you in a text message as I can’t live with myself a moment
longer without you knowing. The truth is I have been sharing your
wife, day and night when you’re not around, in fact, probably more
than you. I haven’t been able to get it at home recently, but that’s
no excuse, I know. The temptation was just too much. I can no
longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest
apologies and forgive me. I promise it won’t happen again. Please
suggest a fee for usage and I’ll pay you. Regards, Alan.

FRED’S RESPONSE:
Fred, feeling betrayed and furious, dropped his iPhone, grabbed his
gun, burst through his neighbor’s front door and without saying a
word, shot Alan dead. He returned home where he poured himself
a stiff drink, sat down on the sofa, picked up his iPhone and saw he
had a second message from his neighbor.

ALAN’S SECOND MESSAGE:
Hi Fred, this is Alan next door again. Sorry about the typo on my
last text. I expect you figured it out anyway, and that you noticed t
hat darned Auto-Correct changed ‘WiFi’ to ‘Wife.’ That’s Technology
for you! Regards, Alan
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