Thought I should put this old favourite up here:
Here she blows him out:
Dear John,
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are
generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless
and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no
feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me
be?
Yours,
Jane
But here she changed the punctuation:
Dear John
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are
generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless
and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no
feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy--will you let me
be yours?
Jane
