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Dear John,
I realize your name is Peter, but then this wouldn't be properly ironic
Like that time I caught you printing off that article about anti-logging protest groups.
I’m not on vacation (I left)
And I stole your toothbrush
By the time I find myself, you’ll move on I’m sure
And my parents will donate your sweaters to Goodwill
You have an eye appointment on the 28th (it’s on your crackberry)
Sometimes you get what you need—try the wire rims
And I’m sorry
But not for this, and not for making you recycle.