Dear Hillary,
Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I didn't expect to squeeze anything more than a couple of steamy nights out of this little arrangement we've got going on here. But you've clung to me like dog shit clings to shoes -- and I'm sick of you. In the immortal words of Soulja Boy, "YAH, TRICK, YAH."
- Matt Hooks
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