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in a letter to my immature, sentimental 16 year old sister who once stopped eating because she saw someone choke by my grandmother with the most morbid sense of humor:
Dear Amy,
Your letter made my day. I got it at 7 am. I had to get up early and go to UMASS. I switched doctors. But if you're wondering my body is still being donated to science. Thats after Im dead.
This was the most hilarious letter ever, but not to my sister.
Dear Amy,
Your letter made my day. I got it at 7 am. I had to get up early and go to UMASS. I switched doctors. But if you're wondering my body is still being donated to science. Thats after Im dead.
This was the most hilarious letter ever, but not to my sister.