My Dearest Candice,
I hate you with a passion. Ever since the day we met, everything started to go down hill. Imagine you have a burlap sack full of puppies, with little holes all around the sides so you can see their little puppy noses poking out of the bag. Then you throw the bag over the side of a bridge and the half on the bottom drown, but the ones on top are still alive, so you have to wade out into the river and roll the bag over to get the rest of them. Your face makes me want to do that.
We're over.
-Chet
Creative writingBreak-Up Letter
Setting: The top of a bridge.
My Dearest Candice,
I hate you with a passion. Ever since the day we met, everything started to go down hill. Imagine you have a burlap sack full of puppies, with little holes all around the sides so you can see their little puppy noses poking out of the bag. Then you throw the bag over the side of a bridge and the half on the bottom drown, but the ones on top are still alive, so you have to wade out into the river and roll the bag over to get the rest of them. Your face makes me want to do that.
We're over.
-Chet
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