To Pluto and Jane and all the rest,
They found alcohol in the car. And you don't drink, Jane. But Pluto does. Why'd you get into a car with a drunk Pluto, Jane? Is it because she was beautiful? I wonder if she kissed you when she burst into flames. Did her heart turn to fire when it felt your velvet lips? Well, I liked her too, Jane. And I've felt your velvet lips before. And maybe I was right, you really are to die for.
Signed, Marigold
