Dear John,

I’ve only known you for a very, very limited amount of time. To be honest, I never thought a relationship between us could ever work. Even more so after my little liaison with your (distant) relative.
Against my better judgement I decided to give it a try, and I’ve come to realize since then that this was a very big mistake. We were supposed to accomplish great things together, but after spending the better part of the afternoon with each other and you being a continuous source of pain and discomfort to me, I don’t think we’re going to make anything work in the long run. I’ve committed to this relationship, and I will see it through to the end my little porcupine.
However, once I’m done with our little project*, I don’t think I ever want to see you again.

I hope we can keep things civil until we don’t have to be confronted with each other anymore, and that you won’t mind if I keep seeing your (distant) relative* occasionally and when it suits me.

Regards,

M.

Let’s face it, knitting socks toe-up on DPN’s really can be a royal pain in the ass (if you sit on them), but mostly resembles trying to tickle a grumpy porcupine.

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