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Dear B,
I received a frantic phone call from McH today letting me know of your recent minor motorcycle accident. Sweetie, I told you to be careful when running away from those photographers. I know you were in a hurry to get to the airport and fly over to Utah to see me, but there's no rush. I'll still be here. In fact, now that you're injured, I'm thinking I should get myself down to California STAT so that I can be your nursemaid. Of course I'll be more
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than happy to do so. Just snap your fingers and I'll be right there.
Please be more careful. See you soon.
Love, Pinky Lovejoy
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