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Sunday, February 8, 2026  

Dear Anna, Jessica ... Sarah? ummmm whoever ...,


By the time you read this, I'll be in pitched battle with God and all his host of angels. I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but well... no, I'm not sorry. Lying was always my worst problem with you, and I'm sorry. No. No, I'm not.

I know this might seem like , complicated, bewildering, and kind of erotic to you, seeing as we made all those plans to throw the One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom in Mordor, but I just don't see things working out that way.

I'm sorry about this — really. No, really. Those are teardrops on the letter, and not spittle from laughter. I just need more cowbell.

I want to tell you that I think you are ...exceedingly punctual, but I don't think we're right for each other. First of all, we're not really compatible. You are a Sagittarius, and I am into streaking. You like sprinting through morning traffic while on fire, talking like Captain Kirk, and nibbling off wires to public computers at libraries and Internet cafés, and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things. How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date our own mirror images. But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever my house is in need of some serious cleaning up.

I'd really like us to become the de facto lead couple in one of those crappy never ending sitcoms that plays annoying canned laughter after every damn sentence, be it funny or not, if that's okay with you. I think we can do it. We had some good times, well, no... but no-one else has to know that.

Take care of yourself and never forget that you've only got one bullet left, it's going to take more than that to stop me.

Auf wiedersehen,

~ The Samaritans.

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