Dear Jellybean,
I probably wouldn’t catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade
for you, or jump in front of a train for you.
It isn’t because I don’t
love you; it is because I can’t catch, I faint at the sight of blood,
and if I jumped in front of a train for you, we would both die.
Love,
Vi
P.S. Why are people throwing grenades, blades, and trains at you?
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