Forgetting my error from last year, Monica doesn't want to feed me.
Every year, the same thing.
Even when I tell her how much I love her.
Damn it.
Maybe I can convince her?
Elevate her ego?
Bleak.
It may not work.
Today, I must kiss ass.
Cheerfully kiss ass.
Heavenly food!
Love you, Monica! By the way, read the first letters down :)
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You may eat.
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