Dear Manchild,

Hey! How've you been since you called me an ice queen in my parking lot last night? Or wait, better question, how've you been since you left the country six weeks ago and begged me to wait for you? Sorry, I forgot, you answered that last night. Making out with other girls! THAT'S how you've been! You may have noticed that I was giggling while you were crying, but you have to admit, it is pretty funny when you try to lecture me about being more open and trusting...after admitting that you stuck your tongue in two other girls' mouths. Without telling me. For six weeks. It should make me feel better that literally EVERYONE I told about you told me that I was way too good for you, but instead it makes me feel kind of stupid.

Cheers from the Ice Palace,

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