Ruben is mean. He has a left eyebrow. He writes me poetry but we've only hung out twice. It's whatever. :)
"Dearest Claire,
The time has come for me to say
A little short something on this day
It might be sweet; it might be bad
But never ever never sad
I want your blood on the walls
On the ceiling, through the halls
Don’t think me crazy, okay, I am
You won’t survive. Nope.
From my loving black heart,
Ruben"
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