Dear Ms. New Booty:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but Our horoscope doesn't match. I think I realized it When your dog ran amok In women's clothing and I saw you Ignore My mustard soufflé. I'm sure you're Man enough to understand That Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I'm returning Your love letters to you, but I'll keep Your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I Never will forget The apartment building .
Go and drown yourself,
Romy.
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