Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Open Letters

I felt the need to create a more suitable medium of expression about five minutes ago. My aging dog was crying in his sleep, and I realized that it is because it's past his bedtime. I put off my homework, and Bunkers suffers.

I'm sorry, Bunkers. You deserve my respect.
I wish you spoke English so that I could tell you.

For that, I am sorry.

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