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See, I'm not surprised I kind of expected her to speak your language. I know, you know, I once did too. I can't write since you left, You know, it was hard hearing her Say all that, like a cherry on top. Speaking of cherries, Do you remember the taste of my lips? Or does 'fruity' still make you nauseous? Do I regret coming out to you? Didn't you say you don't know her that well? But does she know about me? You didn't tell her, did you? All of it? I know, I didn't either. She reminded me of myself. You sure do have a type! You know, I know a person, He likes fishing a lot. So what he does, after catching the fishes And having them on his hook for a while, He lets them go, and the fishes bleed. But at least, he doesn't kill them! Right? You see, he doesn't eat fish. They aren't his preferred species- (You know what I mean-) Well, thanks to you, now I know two of you. Give her a tight hug from me, Soon, your abandonment issues will slap her away. Let her know when her time's up, Together we'll postmortem your baits-