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| Hi there, My name is Kurt Cobain, and this is my baby daughter, Frances. I hired a hitman to rid myself of her mother, Courtney Love. | |
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Courtney returns out of nowhere, suprising Kurt, stabbing him with an injection of heroin, and then shooting him.
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| I figured it would be better than having another repeat of the Rome incident. Oh how weird it is to read letters that you thought would be your last. Wait a minute, what's that noise? | |
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| Aha! Thought you could kill me! Now I kill you! AAh! *stabs* | |
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| Oh look baby! Here is a place Mommy will never go because I fixed Daddy's letter and wiped the gun clean. No one will ever know it was me! | |
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