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Dear Whoever-moves-the-chess-pieces-of-life-around,

Could you make my jaunts out with the dogs a little more miserable? I mean honestly, isn't it bad enough I get dragged around that minuscule park for an hour, without there being dozens of little squirrelly things running around? Without the little critters I can at least expect my dogs' combined forward momentum to stop at some point in time. And while we're at it, how about you send some nice geekboys or hunky Canadians tourists over to talk to me, or heaven forbid have a regular in the park who isn't either a depressed office worker, a fat bloke or a guy who looks disconcertingly like Donald Sutherland.

I just want a little love. :(

Also? Please make the life of which ever bastard is putting poisonous stuff down in the park across the road, so I can't walk my dogs there instead, very very painful indeed.

Yours hopefully,

Alex.