Breaking Up – a 50-word … thing

Dear You,

I’m sorry we broke up. The sad fact is, you are who you must be and I am who I have to be, and it seems there is no compromise. A serial killer and a saint are just not suited for marriage. I should have known.

Love,

5 thoughts on “Breaking Up – a 50-word … thing”

But I can change! 😥

Sirius Bizinus , March 31, 2016 at 12:01 am
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- I’m sorry, my dear. I’m afraid once you’re a saint, you’ll always be a saint.
  (Haven’t heard that song in soooo many years! hehehe 😀 )
  
  LindaGHill , March 31, 2016 at 9:50 am
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Um, is it impolite to ask if you are the saint? 😀

a darkened house , April 1, 2016 at 12:52 am
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- Hehe. No, to both questions. 😉 😀
  
  LindaGHill , April 1, 2016 at 6:47 am
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you know, opposites attract. and maybe the saint is what the serial killer needs to seek redemption.

r_hsw , April 20, 2016 at 2:39 am
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