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Dear Pansy,
Cheers. All right? I haven't been around lately so I wouldn't know. And that, incidentally, is the subject of why I am writing you. I mean--that I haven't been around lately, that is. I think you know what's coming--you're a smart girl, Pans, you really are--and I'd like to say first off that if you feel like putting my picture up on the wall and throwing darts at it, or hexing a voodoo doll of me, or doing anything remotely violent, go ahead, because you're clearly entitled to doing so.
And now on to it.
Well, I just thought--and you might have thought so as well--since we haven't talked in months and we're not going to see each other for awhile...
...that we should break it off.
I mean, when's the last time we talked? Visited each other? Even saw each other's face? It's been too long. I've been lurking out of sight and you've been up to your studies. You've got your whole life ahead of you and I'm already on mine. I'm not saying you're immature or too young, but I think going our separate ways would be best, don't you think? We had each other and now it's fully time to move on. I don't think you are, but don't worry. You'll find a great guy. Someone much better than me. I'm sure you will.
No hard feelings after the first few days, alright? If we see each other on the street, please don't feel the need to rip my head off my neck. You understand...don't you, Pansy?
It was wonderful. It honestly was.
Yours,
Lee
~
Shit.
I don't--
I--
--need to get out of here, need to cry, need someone. Of course I understand. It's all right there in front of me. But I never thought that...
...fuck, I hate being so goddamn emotional sometimes. I'll just be here. In my room, of course. Trying to get over this. And crying.
No, not crying.
To everyone--I'm sure I'll be fine...okay in a few hours.