Dear Camda,
It pains me to see you suffer my darling.
I love you anyway-even if there isn't any me or any love or any life-I love you.
The forlorn look you gave me as I left the last time still haunts me to this day.
I haven't been able to step foot into a Browns Chicken since.
Farwell, my love.
Farwell, Browns Chicken.
I mean, I don't know your religious persuasion, but if you are a Christian or Jewish single I'm sure there must be someone out there somewhere for you. Maybe someone who shares your interest in chicken.