This summer internship sucked. I bought your ice cream by the ton, cleaned up all those glass objects you threw into walls, ran regular virus checks on your computer at two in the morning, and listened to your ten hour lectures on the nature of light and dark and gradients and how they pertain to existance, the psyche, and your mom. Meanwhile all I have to show for it is some scars in places I'm never going to talk about and an oversized leather coat. Which I'm keeping by the way. Also, I'm taking the witch. Also, the belts don't go on your face. I'm going back to the mouse. Good luck with that Count of Monte Cristo thing you seem to have going on. Hope that works out for you!
-your former bitch boy employee
p.s. you're like, eighty and still living in the basement. Might want to think about that for a second.
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This summer internship sucked. I bought your ice cream by the ton, cleaned up all those glass objects you threw into walls, ran regular virus checks on your computer at two in the morning, and listened to your ten hour lectures on the nature of light and dark and gradients and how they pertain to existance, the psyche, and your mom. Meanwhile all I have to show for it is some scars in places I'm never going to talk about and an oversized leather coat. Which I'm keeping by the way. Also, I'm taking the witch. Also, the belts don't go on your face. I'm going back to the mouse. Good luck with that Count of Monte Cristo thing you seem to have going on. Hope that works out for you!
-your former
bitch boyemployeep.s. you're like, eighty and still living in the basement. Might want to think about that for a second.
p.p.s. ...thanks, I guess.