Hello again, I hope this message finds you unwell. I believe that my previous message was far too polite and indirect. You REEK. I am tired of you getting your grubby little hands on everything and stinking up the place. I would let you eat another one of my perfumes in an attempt to make you finally smell decently if I didn’t believe that you’d be a waste of product. I cannot even begin to describe how horrid it is to have matches around you. Even that blind photographer can’t miss you, it’s like you leave a trail of stench behind you. I genuinely think I would need a gas mask if I tried to retrieve that dress I let you borrow.