I heart Sara

March 18, 2004 - 6:45 p.m.

Dear Sara,

I mean, Ginger.
You are so beautiful. You remind me of this girl I once loved who had a tuna pussy after years of riding strange dick. I am attracted to you because you are what's familiar to me; the abuse, the neglect, the genital warts. I see so much in you. The lying, the cheating, the sucking of my brother's dick. I think we would get along great, Sara. I mean Ginger. Would you mind if I called you Sara? I have a whole closet of women's clothes I think you would look good in. The pink tank top, the low-rider jeans. You still like to eat french-fries with mayonnaise, right? Your clothes are waiting for you. Please, come over and see my Boxer puppy, Sarah, named after an old friend of mine.

In waiting,
David

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