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| "Dear John... I'm writing you this letter because I don't have the courage to face you and tell you that it's over...." What the fuck? | |
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| Fret not, my son. I shall provide comfort for you in times of sorrow and you will find strength and solace in your blind faith in the name of myself and my holy Father. | |
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| I do Jesus, but relationships suck. You're right of course, but this is very difficult. | |
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| I know, but put the hammer down. I need to be nailed up here as a symbol to all of you weak losers and inspire church donations. | |
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| It wasn't for you, you egotistical, self-centered, son-of-a-bitch! | |
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| Whew! That was a close one! Ha-Ha! Asshole! I wish I had a camera! | |
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