Plathological

please pop some plot into me.
three-hundred words and things
are scant. plop!plop!
patiently yours,

try-and-try-again.

Dear tta,

there’s half a mickey of gin
on top of your fridge.
it's a good limit,
in my humble opinion.

also, don't forget
to buy some soap,
a little mental note,
k?

love,

lord.

ps,

you look hot
in that hairclip.

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HE COMES THROUGH!
HE COMES THROUGH
FOR ME!