We've already done this blog, and I can't think of anything, so here.
Dear John,
I see it all now that you're gone. Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home.
(When I read it, I sing the words in my head. Does this happen to everyone? I was tempted to elongate "gone" and "home" with multiple o's.)
Love, The Girl in the Dress
P.S. You should have known.
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