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Intro. So, Sascha, my favorite nerlock, sit down. I see you across the edge of my coffee cup, a light red is still on my cheeks, although it is already far after noon. My voice is a little quieter than usual, a slight tremor reveals the continued embarrassment. listen because of last night ... I know I know. I'm really sorry. I let myself be carried away a bit when I celebrated your big 18th birthday. Give the long journey to blame, pure joy or maybe just a little too much of your mother's strong punch. I promise that it will not happen again. No longer. So what do you think, can we pretend that everything had been just a solemn hallucination? What was the worst like your memory?

Your aunt Sarah

@Sascha