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.
Love,
Kelly
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