dear patrons of my local sandwich shop,
just because i park next to your suburban doesn't mean i want to watch you make out with your ugly boyfriend nor do i subsrcribe to your theory that i won't get anyone better than him. been there. fucked that. over it.
also, even though i open my wallet and proudly display my minnesota drivers license and you are behind me in line and from the same state and want to discuss in detail how you're from there or you know someone from the great lakes area doesn't mean you should throw their name out in chance that i know them or that we should exchange numbers and hang out or that you should even bring it up.
i don't care how cute you are.
we are not friends.
i don't like you.
done and done.
love, mengtar.
also, there was this.
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