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Dear List two.
Dear Twentieth Century American Literature,

I love you. You've always known this about me because I've always told you, but now I'm writing it down. We can be together forever, if you give me permission to see other literatures. I married you, but I didn't know we'd have to be so exclusive. Plus, let's be fair, I married you in your time, and it's mine now.

Twenty-first Century American Literature is quite nice. Predictable even. We talk, it's normal, it's organic, she's not dead... it's great. I'll always teach people to love you in new and different ways, but it's time for me to move beyond. I appreciate all that you've given me, which is my life.

I love you forever... me.