Dear Mark,
I don't know how to say this, but i hate you.
I think I realized it that night with mr and mrs Bush, and I saw you pour syrup on my cat.
I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that That I have changed sex.
I'm sending back your the our matching snoopy-bibs, but I'm keeping your get oil-stack shares as a memory.
You should know that I get sick when I think about your embarrassing rashes.
go to hell,
Christy
Dear- your partners name- (if you're single, write Mark)
I don't know how to say this, but __1__.
I think I realised it __2__ __3__, and I saw you __4__ __5__.
I'm sure you're __6__ enough to understand __7__.