Dear Laure:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but You're a loser(yeah don't judge, shirtless chickies ftw). I realized it when I changed tennis shoes in ur closet and I saw you pour syrup on my advocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that I am open(hehehehe~). I'm returning the cut toenails(I WANT DIFFERENT WALLS) to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I'll always remember cocaine abuse.
Go burn,
Sterre
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