love letter

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Cher ger,

Tu es choutte, fantastique mais aussi de temps en temps faut. Tu es homme! Donc, cest difficile pour toi saisir moi dans cette vie, car je suis feminist. Commme dhabitude avec les homme, tu ne pens pas de moi comme toi. Mais, cest ca. Voila.

Comme homme, tu dois pens moins et sens de plus. Avec ton couer, la cest ton response a toutes les questions. 

Moi et toi, nous pouvons etre forts et effective, surtout si tu peux regardes moi comme moi. 

Tu es feu et je suis eau, mais tu peut etre pierre et moi aussi. Donc ensemble nous peuvons etre les monarch de la terre.

Liz

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