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dear man who took my sweater,
that sweater that you grabbed wasnt even a day old.
it cost me $60 that i didnt have.
i gave my un-touched lunch roll to one of your friends.
why did you take my sweater?
i know it is not gonna fit you, and i know that the office that you work in does not have the thermostat set to 60 degrees.
so while i freeze my ass off at work, you enjoy my sweater.
thanks,
chill bumps muldowney

ps.
margaritas and six train and bed by ten