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Dear FutureMe,
Tonight you cried and told God what you think of Him. No reply. Tonight you tried to kill the bug that lives in your dining room and he escaped you again (why are insects always masculine?) Tonight you are alone. Tonight you are dreading the realization that you did not make a good decision on the apartment you are leasing for one year. It is frightening. Let's think about it later. Let's try to forget the musty smell and the mildew and greasy windows. Such things you don't notice in the ten minute walk through which decides your fate. Tonight you bought a half a gallon of Bryers icecream and rented a French movie. You ate half a half gallon of Bryers icecream and watched the whole French movie. Tonight you danced in the living room like a maniac to the Gypsy Kings and drank white wine. Tonight you practiced walking in high heels on carpeting. Tonight you decided tomorrow will be better. It's tonight, and time you went to bed.
I am praying wherever you are when you read this you feel content. I love you.
Me
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