GaYale, I’ve got to tell you, we’re breaking up
So this is goodbye.
I know, we probably should have done this in person, or even over the phone, but now that the year’s winding down, it just can’t wait any longer. Look at it this way: At least I’m not ending it by e-mail, text or instant message. I figured we shouldn’t delay the inevitable, so print will have to do.
We’ve had a good four-year run, so of course I’ll miss you. But let’s be honest, gaYale, I’m only 22 years old and you’re over 300. I thought we could get past the severe granddaddy complex (or more accurately great-great-great-granddaddy), but you’ve got 300...
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