Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track.
That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits.
I am down on ****** and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.
Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal.
How can they catch me now.
I love my work and want to start again.
You will soon hear of me with my funny little games.
I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it.
Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha.
The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you.
Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight.
My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.
Good Luck.
Yours truly
Jack the Ripper
Dont mind me giving the trade name
PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha _____
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