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Words by Laurel Armstrong
Art by Andrew Hackett

Dearest Tina,

Please forgive my untoward behavior last night. I was not myself. Or rather, I was myself, but would rather you didn’t know that part of myself. You see that part of myself is usually kept in a jar in my office and fed small breadcrumbs for good behavior. I will try changing its diet to dry husks and celery.

Ever yours-

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