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Excuse Letter




Dear Mr. Mabuti,


Please excuse my daughter, Cecilia Ganda, for being absent in your class because her sister got sick; her mother cannot attend to her due to the fact that the father went to Manila to call his sister who is a nurse but who was sent to a seminar in Cebu; so the father decided to call his mother but she was on vacation in Antipolo because her granddaughter joined a field trip; finally, the father came home to look for another helper but the helper eloped because her former boyfriend married another.

Thank your very much. Your kind consideration will be highly and deeply solicited.

Sincerely yours,

MRS. TINA MAAN

(Source: Jokes, here, there and everywhere)

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