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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (118)	11/1/1998 7:34:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

A Bitter Suite So these are kinda harsh, but there's something to be said for the power of anger. These were written to be catharsis at the end of something that went on too long. I'll call them Hers and His, just cause that's the way they were directed. Hers So its come round again another time to say goodbye another change another chance I think this time our romance is dead. I've not the heart to give my heart to it any more. It was very nice, I'll miss your kiss for a while, but objectively speaking: you're growing fat pasty crippled losing your looks just when mine are coming to me. It may be a shallow observation I certainly don't base my relationships on looks but if one must fish - better bait better catch. His You have no conception of how much I despise who I think you are. So much hate I cannot entertain thoughts of your existence which contradict my picture of you: patient opportunist scavenging in the rubbish of decaying relationships smart smug smooth liar oozing perfectly rational explanations pretender to the throne of Higher Truth motivated by the twitchings of a little dick. You have a piece of my beloved's heart I cannot entertain thoughts of your existence which are not black ugly hateful. This will not change. Robert Douglas Hickey