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dear zach,

i bet mom told you about me looking for you.

loser, i bet you think i’m one.

oh but i’m a sucker for you, zach.

vous êtes beau.

even i don’t know what i’m saying.

you bet it’s the drugs.

only it doesn’t kill me yet.

 

unless i take a whole lot more, that is.

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