by Sherard Harrington
I’m a Letters in the Mail subscriber, and today I spent a good hour or two responding to Elissa Bassist, who wrote an incredibly charming (and vaguely seething) letter about her ex-boyfriend.
And then mine called me today.
I didn’t pick up.
And her letter got me thinking about all of my ex-boyfriends, and what they have in common, and what they don’t, and all of...what could have been, which is the most evil mind trap of them all. Which is a shame, because she seems like such a witty writer; why incite so much pain into the hearts of your readers Elissa Bassist?!
Which of course, only enforces the knowledge that she’s a witty writer. She made me feel different from how I felt when I started her letter. That’s the whole point of good writing, really.
I curse you all to think about your exboyfriends for the rest of the day. My misery brought dessert.
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