Thursday, August 24, 2006

Hate Letter

Dear Trumpet,

I have decided to come clean with my feelings for you. I am deeply affected by the sounds you make, so much that I can no longer finish my breakfast. I'm totally grossed out and sickened at the sight of you.


Please, please go away... For you have no regards for your own demeanor.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself!

I hope God forgives you.

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