Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Are you there, Snickers?

Are you there, Snickers? It's me, Kelly.

I'm simply writing to tell you that we won't be seeing much of each other any more.

You're poison to me. I fall apart at the very sight of you--losing all control.

I'm sure this will be harder on me than you. Seriously.

We'll always have our memories, except mine are stuck on my waist so I hope to be rid of them soon. Really soon.



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