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Though I do my best to teach, I can’t do your job,

Your lips cut my heart,

Dear Seminary Girl, They’re going to tell you to drink. Because of the heat, they’ll say. Because the sun here is different. It’s true. The sun here is different. You should drink. There are other truths. Truths that won’t be elucidated as clearly. Like the fact that soon, or at the end, or at some

Do you know what our relationship is to me?

I’m the dreaded client no one wants to take on,

  Dear Customer, I   have a secret to tell you. I couldn’t share it when you were in my jewelry store the other day, because I wanted to make a sale. But now that you left without buying anything, I’ll tell it to you. You and your husband were looking at my display of