Dear Aids,

I thoroughly enjoyed our time together on Thursday. Driving down W. End in your hott ass rental PT Granny Cruiser is major. Then, sitting around watching BET and talking to each other on the phone while sitting next to each other (a must-do again). I was completely satisfied with tapping into what runs through your fascinating head on a daily basis in an oral manner. Dear Life is even better when you say it out loud. It takes it beyond the "meditations that would otherwise go unheard".

You made my horrific mood change due to psycho lesbo bosses, with your incurable laughing disease,
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