OOC X3
Dear Aerith,
I don't really know how to tell you this, our affair is over. I think I realized it when I finally changed my underwear in under the bus and I saw you put whipped cream on my boyfriend. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that I'm allergic to your earlobes. I'm returning the pictures from Vegas to you, but I'll keep your credit cards as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of your feet and I will haunt you when I'm reincarnated as an Eskimo.
Best of luck on the sex change,
Zack.