Clearly I was wrong and you have indeed won the entire effing war. Whatever. It was a stupid war anyway.
But that aside, kudos and I sincerely hope you find happiness despite being...you know...so absolutely horrible.
Best,
Mrs. White
But that aside, kudos and I sincerely hope you find happiness despite being...you know...so absolutely horrible.
Best,
Mrs. White
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Dear Mrs. White,
Let's not fight...romance is sometimes born of violent conflict...come back to me.
Look stair climber machine, this is what you always do. You talk pretty when it's just us two, but when out in public you can't resist hurting and humiliating me. It's who you are, and I'd be a fool to think you could ever change.
Bottom line, I'm with treadmill now. Yes, I realize he's a bit dull and doesn't make me laugh like you can, but he's safe, simple to operate and always makes me feel good about myself, which is really what I need right now...
You know, probably if you went to a nuetral third party, you two crazy kids may be able to work this thing out. Swallow your pride, admit you're having problems- there are people around to help. Maybe one of you are wrong, maybe both, but I'd hate to see you give up after such a short amount of time.
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