Dear Blue Jeans,
I knew we were going to have issues when I pre-washed you and you turned the inside of my washing machine blue. But I forgave you. Then you decided to redecorate my car interior with matching blue streaks. I now have seat-covers, so that one worked out in the end. But THIS is the last straw. I look like a smurf. You've dyed my legs blue. BLUE! And no amount of scrubbing in the shower has been able to remove the offensive dye. Now, I like blue. Really, I do. But blue is for drinks, not for people. This is not a scene from Avatar. Please keep your blue to yourself.
Love always,
Me
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