Dear Mark
I don't know how to say this, but I'm joining a monastery.
I think I realised it when I threw up in your van and I saw you tear the clothes of my pie.
I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist.
Im sending back the old toenails, but I'm keeping your neighbor Carl as a memory.
You should know that I will inform The Swedish Tax Agency a passionated interest for mice.
Say goodbye to your pet frog Leonard from me.
Gaycheese.
Dear- your partners name- (if you're singel, write Mark)
I don't know how to say this, but __1__.
I think I realised it __2__ __3__, and I saw you __4__ __5__.
I'm sure you're