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Olympia writes to her erstwhile son with sad news:
I am this letter writing with a heart leaden with sadness.
Hans, mein dear Hans, ist kaput. He hast to the great stage gone.
Ven the negotiators the police station stormed he vas shot in his little finger und he died instantaneously.
He vas at the time his nose gepicken.
But I must my sadness hide and I must mein son be helpen.
I vill the insurance for mein Hans collect some monies and I vill be able to the monies you vish be paying.
Please be again informing me oft the amount and to where I must send it.
Your dear mutter unt vindow,