Dear Lemon Drop Martini,
It's Friday night. I can see that crystalized sugar glistening on your glass from across the room. Your sweet lemony scent is calling my name. I do everything I can to avoid your glance. Please don't be offended. I swear I have not forgotten about you; we just need to part for a while.
It's not you, it's me.
Sincerely,
Your Biggest Fan
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