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Dear Frizzy,

I got a girlfriend, I wanted to tell you so, but we never see eachothers anymore.
It sickens me you know?
Her name is Marissa.
She's pretty, but not prettier than you.
If you think it's Marissa that's keeping me from seeing you, you're wrong.
It's just that my mom's been sick lately and I was the one helping her.
Marissa makes me happy, and sometimes it helps me forget the issues I deal with for a moment.
                Love, Ray


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