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Dear EnEn,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I finally changed my underwear, outside of your office and I saw you sit in my father.
I'm sure you're man enough to understand how awful you are.
I'm returning the pictures from Vegas to you, but I'll keep the results of that blood-sample as a memory.
You should also know that I will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard and you ruined my attempts at another world war.
Go milk a cow,
Esen
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