By Eliza Mimski
Dear Heavenly Father,
Max had the nerve to break up with me last night. I did absolutely nothing wrong. Please let him regret it and text me saying he misses me and wants to get back together. I would like flowers when he comes over, preferably roses, red ones. Also, please make him really suck up to me because I’m going to play hard to get just so he knows that if he ever breaks up with me again, it will be hell for him.
Thank You, Heavenly Father,
PS. I’ll be wearing my low-cut red dress.
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