Dear Peter,
I hate you. I really do. You probably don't even know who I am, except for as that girl who you and your bitchy friends sometimes gossip about it LA. But I know who you are, Peter. And I hate you. I wish that you realized just how many people probably feel this way, because you and your friends whisper too loudly about them too. But I feel like that won't ever happen, so I'm just going to stick with this.
SMD, Peter.
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