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To: 
From: 
Jeffrey Epstein 
Sent 
Sun 1/24/2010 3:37:45 PM (UTC) 
Subject Re: 
what is exagerated. or inaccurate. . you and i see things differently. ok. enough 
On Sun, Jan 24, 2010 at 10:36 AM 
> wrote: 
For the record, this email is again your skewed recollection of events, many of which are exaggerated or inaccurate, not reality. 
You had told me repeatedly you didn't need me until 5. I asked endlessly if I could help in the morning and when I returned. I came many times and offered you 
and your guest refreshments' , food, I made
dinner.. 
From: Jeffre E stein < 
> 
To: 
> 
Sent: Sun, January 24, 2010 5:45:29 AM 
Subject: 
yesterday was emblematic of what appears to be an impossible situation. I told you i had a guest coming that i had 
looked forward to meeting for years. I told you the time he was to come.. You refused to tell me if you had confirmed 
your flying, and if so the time you were to fly and or return„ though i have asked repeatedely not to be served 
restaurant food , you asked me only about menus for lunch. You left without asking or even saying goodbye, You had a 
great classic, a great flying day with my great pilot that i arranged for. you, I introduced you to him, in a way that you 
asked . you refused to tell me when you were to return, you didnot ask if ot
cauld help serve lunch„ could you cook 
anything( soup ) for lunch, could you help with my guest, you focused on 
, you came home 
and made a fuss calling her a funcking cunt, stamoing aorund the house, all you did was give me a hard time ,I 
suggested you ask her or me any questions that was on your mind, your refused, sayi
ve both would lie, 
then you tell m
 could see it right away, I 
did not attack you for something 
could see. but whe 
akes the same comment about your behavior , 
you view it soley as my doing. you have only been here only three days . you have broken your promise every day 
exvcept my birthday , which i did have a great day. thank you. I did not lose my temper, I d…
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