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It's you, my boy, it's you.
Letter ; Day 3 - your parents.
Hai mum & dad,
Mum. Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with you. Kept screaming & shouting at us for small matters. Okay, but whatever. Your mood is like damn unpredictable. I don't like. Stop it okay? But still, thanks for bringing me up. This sentence simply covers the purpose of this letter for both of you : You are not perfect,
I FUCKING DONT. FUCK IT.
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