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July 28, 2004
P.S. I hate your car.

After all the wimpy, simpy emails she'd sent him over the course of their three-day breakup, and the follow-up wimp and simp in as many days afterward ... after all the pink font "I'll never forget you" melodrama and the "xoxo" and the "accidental" attachment of that one hot photo of herself that she'd been saving to send him for his birthday ... after all was said and done and resaid and redone, and she finally realized she actually was over him, she sent him that P.S. It, more than anything else, had the power to devastate.