Asking for money

Dear folks, I feel miserable because I have to keep writing for
money. I feel ashamed and unhappy. I have to ask for another
hundred, but every cell in my body rebels. I beg on bended
knee that you forgive me.

Your son, Marvin.

P.S. I felt so terrible I ran after the mailman who picked
this up in the box at the corner. I wanted to take this letter
and burn it. I prayed to God that I could get it back. But it
was too late.

Your prayers were answered. Your letter never came!