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April 2, 2010

Pamela: Of course, it begins with you: the one I dreamt of, years before we met at school. I stammered when you told me that you loved me, despite the fact that I felt the same, ever since that day on your sister's couch when we listened to Hall and Oates and you cried.

We spent five years enmeshed in each others' souls and skins, living a shared life as the conglomerated "Pay and Clam." Ultimately, we stood before our friends and our families and we swore on our lives to love eternally.

I hate that you lied. I didn't.