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Dear ms burns I hope you burn in hell. Those new French doors you put in, I hope you fall out.

You're a lying bitch

I want to murder you, smother you with a pillow so no one hears your high pitch screams.

Write in blood in your windows backwards so from the street they can see that you're gone. No wanted you here because why you're here is wrong. You're a thief. You stole from people I truly care about. 

I guess I'll see you when Satan rings the bell.