Scene Eight: 100 Love Letters never written

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Dear Maureen,
I would be your space cowgirl, if you asked. Are you sick of my drama? Mouse showed me your tumblr where you fuck yeah those girls with their shaved pussies and thirsty eyes. I never meant to hurt you, but I was fed up playing our stupid games, and I didn't want to change myself for you. So goddamn emo.
I don't know what I want from you, or wanted to tell you. I have five colours I am living my life by. Mouse and I are planning some evil shit. I just wanted to let you know that. I probably won't see you again for some time. Offer me hot hands.
Your hangman-god,
Cookie

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