it's your time to speak.

Dear Vid,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but the mafia wants you. I think I realized it when I changed tennis shoes under the bus and I saw you sit on Donald Duck. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that I get turned on my garbage men. I'm returning your love letters to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about a new life as a clone.

Go and drown yourself,

Julie.