Last week, my aunt caught fire

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Hello again! Recently, something absolutely devastating has happened. Secret Weapon has crossed a line that I can never forgive. He killed all my bees—yes, ALL of them. Every. Single. Bee.

I can't comprehend the kind of twisted soul who would wipe out another person's beloved hive. It’s like tearing out the heart of nature itself. So, naturally, I’ve devised a foolproof plan for justice. I’m going to sneak into his backyard at midnight and install a brand-new hive of bees, the most aggressive and vengeful bees imaginable.

You may be wondering, "But won’t the bees just sting you instead?"

Haha, NO. You see, I’ve already befriended the bees in advance. They know my scent and my sorrow. These bees are loyal soldiers in my war for retribution. Once they settle in, I’ll leave a tiny, handwritten note in Secret Weapon’s mailbox: "Bee-ware." And then, I’ll sit back and let nature reclaim what was stolen. His reign ends now.

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