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Cough Cough...

If I had better hand writing, baby, I'd write to you every day.

It doesn't help that I forgot what half the alphabet looks like in cursive, or I'd try that instead.

And my type writer is broken...

I knocked on your door about a week ago.

But when I heard your footsteps, I ran away...

I'm sorry.

I'm all out of excuses.

Maybe I should call...

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kelly-lutz
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Aug 20, 2010
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