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Dear LIZard,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike your eyelashes. I think I realized it when your dog humped my leg at the mental hospital and I saw you pull the clothes off the Catholic Priest.
I'm sure you're high enough to understand that you need a sex-change.
I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory.
You should also know that I always will remember the pep talks and your Cucumber-fetishism is weird.
You make me sick,
hypar
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