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Feb 2014
I can't be your doormat anymore. I'm sorry. Truly, I am. I want you to be happy. And it seems walking on me makes you that way. But I have to take care of myself now. And taking care of me means you're not welcome here anymore. Don't come to me when you're sad. You used up all the chances you had.
Satsuki
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Satsuki  221B Baker St.
(221B Baker St.)   
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   Jessica Head
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