Written on the whiteboard during lunch:
Dear ___,
Dear ___,
I hate you. You need to leave. You are dead to me.
D_ _ _ _
PS. I ate your cookie.
PPS. I still hate you.
PPPS. Get out of my room.
PPPPS. You smell bad.
PPPPPS. You look weird.
PPPPPPS. You suck.
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