You know I live to hear something. Anything. Have I done something wrong? Things have taken a very long, expensive time. Do you not think I suffer each day? Do you not think I would go through HELL for you? Jail was no fun! I LOVE YOU! It is a terrible time, but you are my dream, my delight; my everything.
Don't you think I have sought help everywhere? I rarely sleep. I worry.
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