That creep... I mean we were friends when we were kids, but that was a long time ago. Matt and I received a letter with no return address covered in a red liquid, I thought it was blood, it sure looked like blood. It was the letter you'd expect from a serial killer, then again it was B. I figured it was a threat, someone who wanted us dead. Instead it was a congrats on the "fetus" letter. It didn't say baby it said fetus, how heartless could you sound. Well, anyways...matt and I went out to dinner with him and it was extremely awkward.....he reads my blog......
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