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10:31 p.m.

Dear Boy:

We broke up. Maybe in your mind that means you still have a right to suffocate me. Or act wounded when I refuse to act like a couple with you. Or try to keep tabs on me. Or call me incessantly. Or show up at my house. But in every single case you couldn't possible be more off base. So I guess what I'm saying is, pretend I changed my number because I don't want to see you on my caller id anymore. Especially not follewed by little numbers that indicate you called multiple times. Get a fucking life.

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