You little BITCH! You used to be my friend. You used to hug me and tell me I was pretty. And now – just because I’ve changed a little bit – every time you come near me, you hurt my feelings. I can’t believe I ever let you so close to me. You are so fake. And I knew that all along, really. Yes, I knew; I knew what you were made of. I just didn’t say anything. I pretended not to notice because you were always so kind to me. But now . . . well, I see how you really are. As soon as I don’t fit YOUR idea of perfection, you just fly all out of shape! Oh, but you went right on staying in the space I provided for you, didn’t you? Just sat right there and didn’t say a word and then one day I need something from you and what do I get? Heartbreak. I see how it really is now. I hope you’ll be happy with whatever little bimbo you end up with next. I’m sure she’ll pick you up at some cheap dive and say “Ooh so cuuuute!” and take you home with her. Well good luck to you both. I’m through with you! It’s ok though. Cotton still loves me. (letter to Spandex)
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