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        by Stephens burnt toast  (spatbyrne@Writing.Com)
From: Jenny

Drunken pig. I'm sure you've
forgotten about last night.
You're pure scum.
Remember you once told
me you would hate to
be dumped by text.
Well guess what?
You can rot in hell and
keep that tramp you
were with. I'm sure
her boyfriend will be happy
when he hears.
And he will.


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