F you, give me the pepper mill back

Portland OR

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You made jokes early on about how you broke every pepper mill you had (tho with your lil spaghetti arms I have no idea how) so I got you the perfect birthday present, a cast iron Peugeot spice grinder. With fancy peppercorns. Then you ghosted me... while we worked together. You think you're God's gift to women when in reality you're a bad cook with terrible taste in music. Now I'm hot af again and you probably have herpes. Gimme my pepper mill back