I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa at the mental hospital and I saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about embarrassing rash.