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Communicado
G.: Anyway, I hope this letter isn't too big a bother. We don't know each other, but we could. If you would only Open Up. Let Me Inside. Stop Protecting Yourself. I hope to hear from you soon. Love, G.
M.: I don't know who you are. Stop writing me. Sincerely, M.
G.: Dearest M., I know that you feel as if I am a stranger to you, but trust me. I am not. We have danced with each other in the chemical mists of Avalon, o sweet one. You must learn to Let Go and Trust Me. Love, G.
M.: I am moving to a new place and not giving you my address. Stop writing, please. M.
G.: Oh, M. I hope you don't mind, but I told the people at your apartment building that you were my long-lost daughter, and they gave me your new address. I think you made the right choice in moving. The new place is glorious. When will you invite me for dinner and Meaningful Conversation? Love, G.
M.: I have a very large, very toothy Doberman now. M.
G.: How wonderful, M.! You realized how much I love dogs. I visited your new friend -- I see you named him Max, by the dog tag -- while you were at work today. I gave him a piece of raw steak, and he seemed to like it. By the way, why do you keep your socks in the bottom drawer and your blue jeans in the top? Most people do it differently. Much love, G.
M.: I have called the police. They are staking out my apartment. Never come here again or I will shoot you with my new Smith & Wesson. M.
G.: Sweet M., your words sting me! How could you bar the Love of Your Life from your abode? Never you mind. I have discerned that this is a test, and have made close friends with the police officers watching your apartment. Amazing what some donuts and coffee for a couple of men in a squad car will do. I'll be waiting for you tonight. Love, G.
M.: I hope that bullet in your leg really hurt, you (censored). I warned you not to come back. M.
G.: Dearest M., I forgive you for shooting me. As I am laid up in my hospital room, I cannot help but remember how determined you looked as you pulled the trigger. Spunk, sweetheart. I love your spunk. I'll see you when I am released. Maybe we'll Do Something Together. Love, G.
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