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Dear Peter,
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are
generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like
you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have
ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no
feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be
forever happy. Will you let me be?
Yours, Cecilia. |
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