Dear Jackson,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it the First of May in your camping car and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember the incarnation as an eskimo.
Greetings to your frog Leonard,
Hanna
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from http://amuris.deviantart.com/journal/20567546/ haha, sorry Jackson
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