Mario my love, I don't love you, I don't love you and I don't love you, yet I love you: you know, I'm confused. Yesterday everything went fine. It was a brilliant idea to use his own gadgets to make our hitman believe you would have been there, while instead it was me in that most successful disguise. Nobody has attempted to kill to you, hence I'm still alive, but I learn that at the same time I was there a catastrophic explosion caused several casualties. I only recall an old gentleman who approached me to shake my hand and since then I sense a weird feeling, I feel like if I already know what's going to happen in the world, I feel like reading minds. I have dreamt the shares to buy in the stock exchange, the aliens about to take over the world, the determination winning over my embrittlement, plus a great number of homicides around us and now who knows why I see you in details cheating on me and with a man! - perhaps I'm a bit jealous :) - and the only thing confusing me, my love, in this knowledge of everything except within myself, is to understand whether I love you or I don't. Have a nice week with many kisses, Miss Welby.