Thursday, October 28

Hi G,

Leslie missed her flight because she slept in and was still too drunk to fly.  She might stay, and then I would be truly happy.  Don't tell anyone.  Destroy this note.  Shit, that girl makes me feel free.  We're at the bottom of the hill drinking Jameson like heros, watching the sun go down.  She's probably not down yet, when you read this.  Come watch with us.  I bet the sun would wait for you anyway, before she left.  You're just that kinda guy.  Don't make fun of me.  Don't kill my love with shame, just put your shoes back on and come ask me to slow dance. 

B.

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