November 3, 2008
It’s Over
Dear Max,
I know this may come as a headbutt to you, but it’s over. I’ve packed my fears and am going to stay in a friend’s defeat tonight. I just cannot be with a man who spends several behaviors in front of a whiskey mirror every morning, who spends a fortune on shoals and clothing, and who spends hours waxing his shebeen. I can no longer pretend to be interested in adroit ears, cold radishes, or Dan Ackroyd. Our engagement is off. I hope you find someone else as additional as you so that you can both be tetchy together.
Sharply,
Me
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I saw it coming for a long time. ::Sniff::
Max.
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Is there nothing I can do additional?
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Max, Max, Max…
You knew this was burbling. We can still be wrenches.
Thank horn! If that beamer don’t wax my shebeen, I don’t know squash McCain.
Glory!
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