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HATE LETTER

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Read this “Hate Letter”. It is so creative. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl…. However, the girl’s father does not like him and want them stop their relationship. …and so.. the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl’s father will definitely read this letter……
Read this letter and then the message after it :
“The great love that I have for you
is gone, and I find my dislike for you
grows every day. When I see you,
I do not even like your face;
the one thing that I want to do is to
look at other girls. I never wanted to
marry you. Our last conversation
was very boring and has not
made me look forward to seeing you again.
You think only of yourself.
If we were married, I know that I would find
life very difficult, and I would have no
pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
to give, but it is not something
that I want to give to you. No one is more
foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
able to care for me and help me.
I sincerely want you to understand that
I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
if you think this is the end. Do not try
to answer this. Your letters are full of
things that do not interest me. You have no
true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
I don’t care for you. Please don’t think that
I am still your boyfriend.”
So bad!!!!!!! is it???
However, Before handing over the letter to the girl, The boy told the girl to “READ BETWEEN THE LINES”…
Read the Alternate Lines.. [ 1,3,5 etc... ]
It’s so smart & sweet….
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