You never
got back to me. Well guess what, your stationery is too expensive so I don’t even
care anywaysss. Whatever.
I don’t mean
that. We could've been so good together.
I love books, and your over-priced stationery, and your £1 bags of Haribo that
seem to be on offer all year round. Damn impulse buys. To think of all the
money I've spent on you over the years (particularly on the Stamp Collectors Stamp
Kits, they’re not cheap y’know) and you don’t even care.
AND, when I checked
the vacancies part of your website, weeks later, the job was still vacant! So you’d rather have no one than have me. Fine.
Everytime I
see your logo shade of blue now I cry a little.
Subnote: Randomly, when I wrote this I was having a mental battle on whether to spell out the letter H phonetically as 'haitch' or 'aitch' because I'm aware that people disagree in which is the correct way to say it. So I googled 'how do you pronounce h' and this wonderful little BBC article appeared about how pronunciation is changing with generations. It's definitely worth a read, very interesting. As you can tell, I decided I couldn't bring myself to part ways with my beloved whispery 'h' so I hhhhope it doesn't hhhhoffend you hhhhorribly.
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