Dear father, please to stop snorting and going "Yeah, that'll get you a job," every time I express interest in a field of study for college. Not cool, man.
Dear Basch fon Ronsenburg, stop turning me straight.
Dear Gackt, stop getting your catchy gay sex song stuck in my head.
Dear Eiji Otsuka, why you gotta be pandering to
every fucking kink I
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