in my line, well i count eleven

Dear New Girl,

You are so pretty that I feel an actual pain shoot through my chest when you walk by.

My cubicle neighbor says it�s from the corndog I had for lunch, but I know the truth.

She�s just jealous.

Thump Thump,
Fu-Fu

August 6, 2001 | 2:24 p.m.

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