Dearest Candi: Who in the hell do you think you are? No one can talk to MY best friend like that and get away with it. Thank God I'm not given to violence, or you'd have a lot to worry about. You've been stealing her style for months now, and as much as they say imitation is the highest form of flattery, I have the most difficult time believing that with you, you two faced bitch. There's nothing left to say. -Eden
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