- Don't worry, I don't want to talk to you. (Ever.) Actually, I've debated for quite a while now whether or not to even write this message. I'll admit it's been kind of fun in a nasty way watching you operate in what you thought was complete secrecy. At first I was just waiting until you got my letter. I wanted to see what you did with it, and in terms of assholery, you did not disappoint. After that, well. I hate seeing a good joke end.
- Just want you to know, I think it's super cute how you've apparently decided I'm a really stupid human being. I've known where you were all along, and I knew who was sending those messages. I answered the ones I felt like answering, and I laughed at you for trying to disguise yourself with typographical errors and misplaced punctuation. For a brief moment I considered the possibility of you giving your messages to Jo to type, but they weren't bad enough for that, so I decided that, as usual, it was all you. Correct?
- Anyway. What I came here for was to request compensation for the phone call in March. What was free (or nearly) for you was $25 for me, and while I don't mind picking up the tab for friends sometimes, you're not a friend, and honestly I just need the money.
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