To the bitch that stole my ring in the restaurant yesterday…

To the bitch that stole my ring in the restaurant yesterday, I hope my memories don’t grow cold on your finger and give you frostbite and you have to have it amputated, nor that my burdens become too heavy to carry and snap your wrist, nor that my love turns into a rash and goes green and you feel so ugly that you never dare to go outside to a restaurant and steal a bitch’s ring again, you bitch.

No image pretty enough to represent the stolen article.

No image pretty enough to represent the stolen article.

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