Dear EVM,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over.
I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me in your car, and I saw you carve your initials into my boyfriend.
I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that you need a sex-change.
I'm returning your care to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory.
You should also know that I mocked you behind your back constantly and the apartment building is on fire.
With Tears of Sadness,
TRJ
Saturday, 18 April 2009
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