Dear manager/owner of Quikimart,

You probably remember me as the kid who shoplifted from your store a little while ago. I am writing this to express my deepest express my deepest regret and sorrow for committing such a hideous sin. I do not know what drove me to break one of the commandments. I fell victim to temptation, and now I am paying the greatest cost for my moment of weakness. The protectors of this land have charged me with a grand fine of $140. But it is not this financial setback that hurts me the most. No, you do not realise, but I still bear the emotional scars from that fateful day. As I sit here writing this letter, I am slightly comforted at the thought of you reading my words, and becoming aware of my guilty burden.

My heart is heavy. Nothing, not even the cold winds of winter will move it. Every night I try to sleep with the thought of letting down my fellow countrymen, and the thought of letting down myself. I hope that you find it within your generous heart to forgive such a poor soul. I am optimistic that with time, you will take down the barriers that separate us. I have a dream. I dream that my children will some day be able to walk on your land and not be arrested. When such a day comes, I will welcome it with open arms.

Once again, I am deeply sorry for my episode of insanity and grovel for your forgiveness.

Yours faithfully.