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Dear John....

typewriter manhattan crumpled papers

"These letters have gotten a LOT more complicated than they used to be.", she thought to herself, letting the Johnny Walker work it's magic on her tongue. -


“It’s not you - it’s me”- nope - it is all about him


"I want different things now"- like a solid witness protection program


"I've grown and well...."- you haven't.


“this isn’t the relationship I wanted.”- duh. too simple. -"i really need some space"- several thousand miles of it. buh bye, no.


"who in the hell taught you to kiss?"- wow harsh. but it was more like experiencing slimy mouth-to-mouth resuscitation than kissing. really. gross. weird. where does someone learn tha...


"i just can't see myself married to you."- leave alone in the same room.


"i'll leave the ring at your mothers"- because we both know that's where you'll run crying like a little bitch.


"at least I'll save money on all the drinking I've been doing"


She laughed out loud at that one and took another glorious deep sip of her triple manhattan.