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Dear Four Loko, You were my friend, my lover, my wingman. You equaled a beautiful 1/3 of my college life (for you math junkies that equals 33%, or 0.333333?). With you anything was possible. Anything was exciting. As I gripped your slender waist and sipped (okay, more like chugged? best record was 50 seconds, not to mention the top 5 times I've been extremely drunk had everything to do with you :)..) your sweet (well, more like tangy) nectar, I knew that it was wrong. I FELT it was wrong, but I didn?t care, cause loving you was oh so right. As my arms and legs felt the flooding of your warmth, and as the abstract ideas bubbled under the surface of my conscious thought, I felt empowered. How many times were we both together at a party, trying our damnest to convince the girl next to us that it was okay to kiss me, even if she WAS a lesbian? How many times did we walk home extremely drunk, to wake up in the morning with absolutely no recollection of our walk home? How many times, may I ask, did you have my back, giving me the right words and actions so that every night with you was an interesting one? Who will encourage me to get even more twisted, past my tolerance to a point that even I would find it hard to come back from? Who will do that for me now? I feel as though a part of me (about 1/3 of me, to be exact? this shit has already been stated, my love) is gone, and I am for now alone. I know that you?ll be back; rumors have sprouted that when you do you will be less exhilarating, less hyped, but I care not. I just want to see your pretty face again. We all do. I miss you. You were a good friend, and I love you. ?Sincerely yours, K-Blue-Sat
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