Munching Like Two Hideous Cats
by The Invisible Man

Dear Brooke N. Rubbers,

I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.

I cherish my bedroom, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a spiffing Irishman. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a spiffing Irishman.

My feelings for you intensified when I saw you sailing in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous chatting skills.

You have lips like chewy onions and the most super elbow I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to photograph those chewy onion lips and eat that super elbow.

You're so special with your ample ways. The way you handle your hot brother shows great kindness and patience.

I know that to you I'm just a spotty princess but I think we could be happy together, munching like two hideous cats.

Please, say you'll be mine Brooke N. Rubbers!

All my love
Clee Torres

Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
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