Dear Gallbladder,
It's time you and I talked. It's time you and I went our separate ways. For you, it's GO TIME. I'm sorry that it has come to this, but you simply are not doing your job. You actually don't even have that hard of a job, but for some reason you are unable to do what you were asked.
And to think that I even considered letting you stay. I really thought about keeping you around. However, you made it very clear to me the other day that you need to leave.
So, on Thursday, November 11th at 9 a.m. you are leaving. I'm not sure where you are going to go and I don't even care. This was your decision, not mine.
Pack your bags,
Stephanie
(Oh, like you have never written a letter to your gallbladder before.......)
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