Wendy crushed yet another piece of paper and tossed it into her trashbin. Ideas just weren't flowing the way they should and Lance's stubborn ass kept getting in the way.

Maybe if she walked further towards the main trashbin, she would get some ideas for next month's issue (hopefully).

But what Wendy mistakenly saw at the brim of the full trashbin added another foreign ass into the picture. Wendy saw a crumpled piece of paper with just the slightest hint of the letter w, then e, then n d y. She picked it up and unfolded the paper.

Dear Wendy, it read,

Look, I know this is sudden, but I am terribly, irrevocably in love with you. Since day one. You may not know it. Hell, obviously you wouldn't know it. You're way too smitten by Lance Cold.

Just like everyone else. Well, I don't blame you. Huh. I don't even know where I'm going with this. This is stupid, but then again, so am I. I don't even -

One thing was for sure : Lance Cold did not write that letter. Wendy folded the paper and put it away, because it was the easiest way out.