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Dear ex-boyfriend,
Please change your mind and ask me out again...
Dear Teacher,
I can look down at my crotch and smile anytime I want!
Dear Psycholgy Class,
Please realize that everyone has different music taste. Get over it.
Dear Non-virgins,
Please stop looking at us with pity. It's just as insulting as curious looks at you.
Dear "Why Didn't They Ride the Eagles to Mount Doom?",
The Eagles only help Gandalf because Gandalf saved their leader, Gwaihir, from a poisoned orc arrow. So, in addition to question of how a big, giant eagle would go about carrying an itty-bitty magical ring, whose effects on an animal are entirely unknown, don't you think it'd be a bit of a dick move for Gandalf to ask Gwaihir to fly over a bunch of orc archers who probably have poisoned arrows? Would it be easier? Maybe. Would it be possible? Debatable. Would it be ethical? ...That's also questionable.
Dear Dad,
Blue isn't natural, green makes me look like a witch, pink is too mature, and sparkly just looks dumb. I guess you don't like my fingernails no matter what color they're painted.
Dear everyone,
At one point in your childhood, your parents put you down and never picked you up again.
Dear Liberals,
I spent 12 years and hundreds of thousands of dollars to become a doctor and pay 40% in federal taxes and you want to tax me more, yet billionaires only pay 15%? Go f*ck yourselves
Dear United States of America,
Please Let me compare, my counrty caused a lot of chaos in the world with its ideas. I brainwashed the masses with media propaganda that people who are against us are communist in disguise. I spilled a lot of blood on wars and with my policies. I forced myself to other peoples matters saying it was in the name of democracy. It seems we are not that much different.
Dear Best Guy Friend In The Whole World,
Maybe becoming a "thing" wasn't your most brilliant idea, but it was pretty damn close.
Dear person reading this,
Turn to page 394.
Dear Jackson Avery,
Please keep your shirt off, forever.
Dear people,
Please stop attacking me with your faces. It hurts.
Dear Guy at My Lunch Table,
I have my own opinions, too. Did you really have to mention I should kill myself?
Dear Michael Jackson,
I don't think Annie's okay.
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