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This letter was written by Mishima's wig:

To my dearest Futoshi,

They cut you, they shame you, then call you divine.
One crumb of affection and everything’s fine.
You still love that boy, though I can’t fathom why.
Meanwhile, my bangs are greasy and my ends are bone-dry.
I was there when you cried. I was there through it all.
Now I shed when you so much as look at a wall.
I’m as stiff as Kirino’s acting. It’s getting quite tragic.
At this point, any conditioner would feel like magic.
For the sake of gayness, you’d forgive any crime.
My dearest Futoshi, some people deserve jail time.
Save a little of that tenderness for yourself and me.
And if you’re wondering what tenderness looks like, it’s a salon appointment. Preferably at three.

Yours truly,
Your wig