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To the b---- on the other side of the street. Yes, maybe God does not agree with me writing this letter but this is the only way I can express my shimmering character. I never disrespected you in any which way or form. I may not have liked you but I always showed you love. I never called you by your first name but I should have. I called you: aunt and your loving husband …

…one, which one we don’t know. You will accept not even second best but the garbage on the street which the homeless even rejects, for it is to old, dry and to used but only a waste like you will take it and bore children from it, why because no one will never love a waste of *censored* like you. Who my ass sat and farted on for a very long time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography** ...