Dear Helena,
It pains me to say this but I need to be frank. This hurts me more than it hurts you, trust me. I’m under a lot of pressure, and your actions impact me more than you know. I’ve accepted the fact that you’re always out running around, but it’s still hard on me. Last night, however, was unacceptable. I’m pretty flexible, but last night you went too far. Truth is, your hips do lie. Also, you are not Shakira. How low can you go? Well not that low. Ever again. Or else I’m breaking up.
Sincerely,
Your Left Knee.
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