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Dear Summer,

I saw you today at the local supermarket.

You were holding another mutuals hand.

Is she a friend of yours?

I wish you had told me.

I still can't believe you kept something so big in that petite body of yours.

What more did you hide from this vulnerable man?

From, George.

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