To whom it may concern,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I tripped on peanut butter outside your office and I saw you drive over my boyfriend. I'm sure you're middle-class enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning our matching Snoopy underwear to you, but I'll keep your
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