Deer, love.

"Deer, Love.
I really like you and all, it's just that I do think it's working out. So I guess this is a breakup letter. I mean you're pretty and all, and your nice but. You made out with Steve, and that just made me happy because I didn't know how to break up with you and now I have a reason to break up with you (^.^)
- Jhon"

"Dear, Jhon.
You spelled that wrong. Why can't you can't spell, dear? Also why don't you text 'Love' or ex- Love, do you not have a phone/cell? Also that's a really cool stamp, where'd you get it the dollar store? PS. Don't send a letter.
PPS. you got the wrong address.
-fellow 18-year old wrong address girl."

"Dear, 18- year old wrong address girl.
I do have a cell. Why did you send a letter back? You could have ignored it. I can spell. I was just in a rush. I hate you. I don't even know why I'm writing this, you're probably some lowlife. Ps. I got the stamp at Walmart not at the Dollar Store (T_T)
-Jhon"

"Dear, Jhon.
Come at me/// 469-686-9001"
-Andrea"