Dear Drake,
My name is Marisa. I’m a writer. I hear you like writers and that you may be interested in dating one.
That’s what I’ve gleaned from a vague message that you shared on one of your social platforms. Whatever the true meaning, I couldn’t help but take it as a sign, a confirmation of something I’d always known in my heart to be true: that we are meant to be.
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I hear you had a bar mitzvah, 15 years ago. I missed its anniversary! Argh.
What was your theme?
The point is, Drake, this is our time. Right now. If you treat me well, you can be fairly sure I’ll immortalize you in prose. And if you treat me poorly, your chances will increase tenfold. It’s a win-win for both of us. Both of us and our bursting hearts.
Call me. Tweet me. Snapchat me.
Forever yours,
Marisa Graham (née Kabas)
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