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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Kayla,

 It sucks that we have to sit next to each other during graduation.  The only thing that could be worse for me would be sitting next to Mike P.  I don’t really care about how bad it is for you because I don’t care about you.  Your voice bothers me and makes my ears bleed.  I hope you’re always a trashy fashion-less pauper.

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