DEAR Reece I’m writing this letter because I thought it would be better to write instead of talking to you in person, especially since both of us of usually have hair triggers on our emotions and tempers. Besides, I’m already upset, and I don’t want to say anything I might regret later.
First of all, I want you to know how much I care about SINGO At The Brewhouse and how important this Pizza Sundays and SINGO is to me. For example, you probably don’t realize how much I’ve enjoyed all the Waterd down craft tankards we’ve had together. I’ve found that we can talk intelligently about Big Floppy Tittys and Stewrt Little 2 For Gameboy Advance from Impressionist art to the exportation of American jobs. The more I get to know you, the more I find You Don’t care about SINGO and only give a shit about rick and morty