Dear Head,
Please stop pounding. I would like to stand up without throwing up please.
Dear Gatorade,
Could you cool down faster so I can drink you please?
Dear self,
Stop spilling things, the floor is wet enough already.
Dear Wii,
Do you ever get any easier?
Dear Ryan Reynolds,
I love you.
Dear Brain,
Refer to my letter to my head. Please. Please. Ouch.
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