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Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Dear Bob,

By the time you read this, I'll be stalked by that creep who calls himself Googlebot. I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but with your breath, a letter seemed the safest option.

I know this might seem like a sudden turn of events to you, seeing as we made all those plans to infiltrate the "Amnesty International" organization and shamelessly purloin their charity funds, but I just don't see things working out that way.

I'm sorry about this — I think. I just need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale. It can not be corrected but I have no other way to fulfill my needs.

I want to tell you that I think you are a virgin, but I don't think we're right for each other. First of all, we're not really compatible. You are a pederast, and I am disappointed. You like fondling barnyard animals, juggling chainsaws, and practicing surgery on household pests, and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things. How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date again, but only if we're re-incarnated into each other's bodies and I get to be "you" next time. Oh yes. But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever I cut myself before I go to sleep.

I'd really like us to become partners in crime and steal candy from helpless little kids, if that's okay with you. I think we can do it. We had some good times, pretending we're screwing someone else.

Take care of yourself and never forget that everything in this letter was a lie.

I hate you,

~ Your former sister-in-law.