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day thir ţ̶̛͍͉̻ḝ̴͙̻̺̞̏͜ĕ̴̡̻͓̘̙̣͍͈̬̹̬̘̺ņ̵̜̜̥̬̝̣͕̮̗̺̃̃͑̊̍.

dear hansol,

why.
why was s̸̭͋̂̚ḩ̸̹̖̰̪͖̫̣̲̟̙̲̝̽ȩ̸̡̘̮̤̬̲͖̙̱͂̓̐̽͌̐̈́͊͗̽̕͘͘͝͠there.
why did she walk home with you.
youre not doing anything right?
shes not staying over there is she?
shes just dropping by and then leaving right?
you wouldnt do that to me would you?
of course you wouldnt.
you l̶̡̧͙̩̲͉͈̲͍̹͇̱̀̈́͒̓̈̕͘̚̕ȍ̸̧̧̝̞͇̹̬̞̟̬̤̙̬́̂͌̕v̸̢̛̗̹̦͋̐̈̒̽̉͆̔̈́̽̋͘e̷̡̛̤̱͎͈̯̺̪̰̱̣̻̳͐̏́̇̂ me of course.
and i love you so much more.
the lovely flower lady is so nice to me.
she even gives discounts on the roses i purchase for ẏ̴̢̻̬̰̯͔͔̰̰̘͍̘͔̉͌̍̓ō̵̥̟̙͚͚͎̯͎̤̲̃͗̋̒̂͌̅̆́̋̈̅͑̕ͅṷ̶̢̢͔̺̘̠̱͈̊́͛͗̆͗̀̈́͛̅̀͌̓̚͜.
such a sweet old lady she is.
maybe there is a different gift you might want?
ill get it for you without hesitation.
your wish is my command my darling.

love, sk.