How are things?
Things are good here. We're out of toilet paper so I'll have to go to Target later, but other than that, no complaints.
So. Girl. Listen.
I heard about your album debut. Congratulations! That must have taken a ton of work. And to not tell anyone about it? Super impressive.
The thing is though, I kind of feel like I've been ripped off with one song in particular.
Exhibit A:
A duet. With your daughter. Your daughter named Ivy.
This is clearly a blatant copy of the single I released last fall:
It got 40 hearts on Instagram, so there's no way you didn't hear about it.
I'm sure there's some way we can settle this without a lawsuit. Maybe you can send me royalties?
I'll be in touch.
Love,
Meg
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