From a #LetterDay in 2012 and roaring in from the past hearts and minds of lovers and liars at the end of the American Century. #goingforthepost, send me your address and I will write you a letter.
Sybil-
Great hearing from you. Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I will try to address each of your concerns/questions in order.
First: No–she is not my girlfriend. Generally speaking, I’m in some kind of relationship purgatory, condemned to right the wrongs I’ve done or at least come to grips with the reasons why I’ve ruined every good thing that came my way for the last 8 years. This one’s a little different–special, as you say, because she’s more guarded than me and if anyone will ruin what we have it will be her. I’m just along for the ride, and yes–that is her car.
Second: I don’t really know what was going on back there but I was glad to help out. I was just trying to get some sleep. They were back there and being loud for a while and those punks are lucky…
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