dear michael jackson,
tomorrow night i am going to see someone pretend to be you and perform the entire thriller album at a bar here in toronto (that's where i live, are you coming any time soon? drop by for a visit!)
anyways, even though i am very aware this person will just be an 'imposter' i may pretend it's you for fun, you know, to get the most out of my 13$ ticket.
just know, michael joseph jackson, that however much i may be able to love an impersonator who may or may not pull you off, i always love you most of all.
even more than peanut butter sandwiches. with banana.
sincerely,
jennifer robeson
ps if you don't want to start up a show in las vegas i totally understand. especially after what happened to that siegfried & roy fellow.
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