Dear Ruffles McRed,
There's this woman I used to love. Sometimes, I think I still do. Or at least, some people still want me to love her, saying we belong together, but I'm not so sure anymore. Anyway, this woman often transforms into a horrible beast who only wants to lash out. Compared to her, the King of Monsters, Godzilla, is a kitten I would gladly pet. And now, this shrew of a woman always tells me to stay away from her, but apparently, she feels the need to constantly come after me, asking me all kinds of questions, accusing me of all sorts of things, never letting me talk and...
Oh, you poor, poor dear... I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. Some people are like that, they can't seem to be able to listen to others, always cutting them off, judging, thinking they are better than anyone else. Please, don't let her put you down like that. If only you could meet my niece, but unfortunately, she's already meant to be with my wonderful egg baby, the miracle doctor. It's only a matter of time, I tell you, before these two patch things up again. Now... what was it we were talking about, I forgot ?
The always listening Ruffles McRed
Never mind...
Falsely accused