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dear god

i'm fucking tired. is it bad of me to curse in a letter to you? have i asked this question before?
i'm sort of losing my mind, god. let me know what you can do about that.
also, you never got back to me about the luncheon thing. i'm not going to be available for a few weeks, now. you lost your shot, pal.
but i'll pencil you in when i've got an open slot. don't hold your breath.

love taylor