P.S. You’re the Worst

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Dear Max,

Hi. I love you. I love you so much that if you told me the end was coming and the only way to survive was to follow you to the desert and let you lead me into the new world, I would drop everything IMMEDIATELY and tattoo a giant M on my forehead, no questions asked.

That is all. Just thought you should know.

OK bye,

Becky