Dear BROOK!
First and for most, I still hate you and it takes a lot for me to feel that way. Everytime I think of you, it makes me want to vomit and throw up all over the floor. And that puke and smell will remind me of you. How disturbed you make me feel now. I don't want to see you again! I know that you will be in town this weekend, and I am warning you, one step towards me and you'll wish you weren't born. I hope the girl you marry loves fake, not real, meaningless, short, girl car driving, small, stupid words, rude saying boys! Cuz she will be right at home!!
LOVE,
SHACARi
Until then....
hahaha you did not just do that!! :) Although I did LOVE it!
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