I'm not sure how I feel about you anymore.
You promise great things, like an extra Saturday.
But sometimes it's more like that rainy, messy, horrible Saturday that you'd rather forget.
So, Vacation Days, I guess I'm saying,
I just want to be friends.
Your friend,
Rachel
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