Dear Robert,
I’m not thinking about you today, I wasn’t thinking about you yesterday. I very much doubt if I will think of you tomorrow because it is tomorrow that keeps me going. It is at this time of the year that evokes all of those memories of happier times, that’s before you became obsessed with Satan’s daughter. Believe me, its good to be free from a deceitful, conniving compulsive liar, even your best friend David said you are a chauvinist pig. I am going to give you the best gift known to man. Yes, Robert, I am going to forgive you as it will make me feel so much better than you will ever feel in your pathetic sad life. I forgive you. On a lighter note, my friend said that she saw you and your new bit of fluff coming out of Lidl’s with a trolly filled with alcohol bottoms up.x
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