Dear Sara:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when i threw up in i your apartment and I saw you sit on my avocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your tame stone, the pictures from L.A. and our matching Snoopy-bibs to you, but I'll keep your
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