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Real cute, Ashlee. So what do you want? Don't even pretend it wasn't you who sent hat invitation to this ridiculous meat market to me, because I know better. I know you better than that.
How's the career? The little wife and kiddies? That whole fucking American Dream thing must not be working out for you these days, huh? Here's a tidbit... I hope they die some horrible fiery death in a airplne full of crazed sex killers, and you get to sift through the rubble to find their and mutilated bodies. Then you'll know what happened to me when you decided to walk out.
Apparently, my life wasn't enough of a hellhole without you, because you keep turning up like a bad penny.