Dear Mancandy,
I miss you. I want to kiss you on the face. WIth my lips. And so do 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Do we use our powers for evil? Yes, yes we do. Do you love it? Yes, yes you do.
Normally, we talk to our mancandies about raccoons and such, but you, you are special. Special to me. And 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
I am drawn to you like the moth to the flashlight by which I write to you at 3 in the freezing morning. I wish you were here with me to keep me warm. Me, and 12 of my friends, 8 of whom are single.
Love, Crimzon, Cucumber, Floam and Simba
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