Dear Life,
Hi. How are you? Doing well? I ask because I'm concerned.
It seems that you seem to think I did something with your spouse. Or at least that's how you are treating me. Given that lately I've barely had the time/the inclination to do things with my spouse, it seems unreasonable to think I'm doing something with yours.
I don't even know if you have a spouse. I'm not sure I care.
Please give me a break and bother someone else. Or better yet, follow Wil Wheaton's advice: Don't be a dick.
And now, I'm going to go back to trying to forget how much I'd like to be at the end of my day. Because it seems to be a bit far away right now.
Signed,
M.A. Smith
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