Dear Lisa,
I don't really know how to tell you this,but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I changed tennis shoes in your apartment and I saw you sit on Manchester United's goalkeeper.
I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that santa doesn't exist.
I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory.
You should also
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