Dear Cuntface,
Your husband contracted for our services. We have done all the work that he asked us to do and sent it to you. I don't give a flying fuck if you don't understand what we do or if you don't think it works. Your husband already made the decision when he made his first payment. And his second payment will be charged automatically, too, so tough shit.
No, you cannot send the package back to us, you shriveled up obnoxious twat. Do you understand what a contract is? Good faith? We can't resell shit with his name on it, and we can't get the money back from creating the package.
Your husband should use the materials we supplied to him and find the same level of success that all of our clients do. Then, he should take a hammer and smash you in the fucking head.
If you call me again, I'm going to read this to you. Fuck off and die, bitch.
Love and kisses,
Avitable
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