dear single white female...
who texted my husband.....
your desperation has a terrible odor......
why exactly did the two of you meet in a parking lot....
may death visit you soon.....
in a cunning manner....
so the shock on your face is laughable.....
innocent or not.....you've earned a loathsome title....
i met you once...and what i recall of you, which is nothing....reminds me that you are
forgettable....a mere nothingness.....in a realm of possibilities....
sincerely yours
the means of your literary end....
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