Dear Temp Worker from the shop,
I'm sorry that you happened to walk past my cubicle this morning around 7 to see me picking my nose. What you missed was the wad of tissue in my other hand waiting for the spoils of war to be deposited.
Thank you for pretending not to notice my disgusting foray into "gold mining", but sometimes a tissue around your finger just isn't enough!
Again, my apologies.
Sincerely,
Me
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