I would like to thank you for wishing me “good luck” in my job search, after you called to cancel the only job interview I’ve been offered since moving back up north, because someone who lived in the neighborhood showed up and you gave the job to them. At least I didn’t have to drive 2 hours and sit through an interview first.
Now then, if you please: fuck off and die. I hope she burns your stupid garage to the ground.
Sincerely, with squalor,
EM
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