Dear Nevermore,
Tomorrow is the day I set out to find happiness. I have given up on you, completely and totally. I am fed up with not having you here by me, I'm fed up with being sad without you. I'm fed up, you hear me? You used to shit on me all the time, you never used to leave your place on my head, always sprinkling that magical dust of yours. But now...
What happened?
Is the grand master of Night's Plutonian Shore jealous?
I'm giving you till tomorrow to return.
Yours "nevermore",
Wayne.
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