Many Fridays have past since we've delivered something not not entirely made up. Remember Friday Fiction? Reading fiction always feels productive. Right. OK. Here's a story by Aidan Moffat to help with that.The Donaldson BoyDear Police,This is a confession, although it is an anonymous one, so you may be inclined to consider it a boast. I can assure you that this is not my intention. As a woman of retirement age who has spent almost every available Sunday in one church or another, I can solemnly vow that I feel a genuine sense of remorse for my crime. Although, admittedly, these feelings are not so strong as to compel me to provide you with my name, because if I am to be honest, I also rather enjoyed the whole affair and I should hope that you have more important matters to attend to. Mine was a petty crime and thanks to your recent cost-cutting exercises in the area and a reduction in the number of local officers I expect you would have neither the time, nor the resources to concern yourself with the mere theft of a mobile telephone.
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