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Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Dima. I am 15 years old! Not too little, not too much, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mom is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting in the closet and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out until 11:00 PM. When I don't listen to her, she throws the vacuum cleaner at me and often hits me right in the leg =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "f*** my d***". My dad works as a general, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "b****" and makes me fix his computer. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up making a mess. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing "catch me if you can with a brick" with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Dima, but dude! This is very offensive. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not an idiot, you'll understand how bad I feel. Dear Grandfather Frost, take me with you or send me a vacuum cleaner. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to sleep. My dear Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that in the new year I will find a BT-32 rocket launcher under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad I feel. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I don't care. Remember that I believe in you, you idiot!

To Grandfather Frost! Dima