Dear Jimmy,
Sorry, but I have a new make-out buddy. His name is Adam, and he's an alto flute. I love him so so so so much. I promise I'll play with you sometimes, but it's so much more fun to play with Adam. His rich, dark tones make my heart melt.
Don't worry, it's not because you're fat (you're not. Adam is larger than you), or because you're too old (you're not. But Adam is a little newer. And golder.). It's just because I won't let you be the only thing to touch my lips. ;)
Love you still (but sharing my lips and heart with another),
Jenny
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