Frankie,
I've always been told that when a guy wears eyeliner, plays guitar, has tattoos, is emo as fuck, and is in a rock band, then you just have to date him. So I will. I will date you, and you will date me- no. You will love me.
You know, they never understood you. Getting a tattoo on your neck, yet wearing cardigans on stage. Because thats just soooo logical. But I understand you. I always will.
Me and you, we aren't too different.
Your wife, I pity her. She isn't gonna be very happy when you leave her for me. What about Cherry, and Lily, and Miles? They can come live with us. Maybe. They already love me, so it won't be that difficult for them. They already love me. And so do you.
You can't wait to meet me can you Frankie. Ha. You're not gonna be disappointed.
Goodbye Frankie.
P.S. Miss me yet?
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