Dear Paul,
Your schtick has been wearing thinner with each passing day. You are no longer a charming or entertaining or impressive novelty. You're not half as bright or as well educated as you've been allowed to believe.
I'm neither impressed nor amused by your velvet smoking jacket and frankly your hand wafting and lack of volume control or 'off' switch set my teeth on edge.
Thank God you're fucking off to your glorified poly and your rubbish studies: take your absinthe rituals with you, puppy.
Yours truly,
Henny
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