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But not long after Mr. Angeloni opened his account, he got his own Dear John letter.

On the musical “Dear John” letter, a resigned Jones sings of “folding my hand.”

Later that evening, he finally unearthed the bank’s Dear John letter: “Financial institutions have an obligation to know our customers and monitor transactions,” it said.

Did anybody else find it terribly coincidental that Urban Meyer got a Dear John letter from the Jaguars on college football’s National Letter of Intent Day?

Quaytman, who describes her essay as a “Dear John” letter, expresses ambivalence — respect for the work and its philosophical challenge to the viewer, but resistance to its Cold War aloofness and the oversize shadow it has cast on an art world that has for too long lacked diversity.