Dear Timothy

Dear Mr McGraw,
All my ideas are dried up. The desert drowns compared to my fruitlessness.  I can no longer give you what you want.  Knowing how one sided out relationship has been, it is with heavy heart that I must end it.  Surely you will find some other Trollope to take my place, if you haven’t already, but can never look at myself or even put on a shoe without being reminded.  At least you’ll never get another word from me.
Regrets,
Sylvia

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GloPoWriMo asks for a letter.

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