P.S. You’re the Worst

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Dear Dad,

I’m contacting you to tell you not to contact me.

Sorry that you missed out on the TRUE SPLENDOR that is knowing me but, I just wanted you to know, I will no longer be here waiting for you to reach out like some sort of sad, abandoned lemon.

I mean this in deadly seriousness: please never try to get in touch with me (even on your deathbed/if you happen to pass me on the street, do not say hello), because I’m drawing a line.

The line is drawn.

From,

A Stranger

(Becky)