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[16 Oct 2008|11:39pm] |
Dear Alter,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when your dog ran amok in women's clothing and I saw you carve your intials into (and pull the clothes off) Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand the Middle East. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of cocaine abuse.
Fuck off now,
Lettie.
( Meme stol'd from Camille )
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