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My Letter To Steak 'n Shake

Updated on January 28, 2016

Dear Steak n Shake,

I don’t know the best way to tell you this, but here it goes...I’m sorry, but it’s over. I think it’s best to end things with you now. What we had was good...amazing actually...but you really aren’t good for me.

There are nights where I feel like I really need you, but every time I come to see you I’m drunk. I’ll (kind of) remember the good times we had...the late nights, frisco melts, the butterfinger milkshakes, and that feeling of comfort you brought me despite my inebriated state. I care sooo much for you, but it’s a new year and I need to take care of myself for once.

You may be confused as to why I’m ending’s are sooo unhealthy...I tried to look past it, but all the workouts I do can’t save our relationship. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but yes, I did hook up with Jimmy has your good qualities and values my desire to stay fit. Jimmy Johns really delivers...anyway, I still have your hat and some napkins...well, I guess this goodbye for now. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try not to show up at your door the next time I’m feeling drunk and friscoey. This hurts so much!


© 2016 Hilary Clark


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