Dear Abdullah:
You are a ********. How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. You are a control freak. You do not respect women. Oh, and you haven't the personality of a pet rock. In fact, if given the choice of spending my time with my dead scented geranium or you, dear Abdullah, I choose the dead plant.
Please die.
-Brittany
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