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Anyway, she's wracked all my credit cards up to the max. Unbeknownst to me, she's<br />

been buying every piece of crap driftwood sculpture she can find, and shipping them<br />

back to New York. I'm serious. She thinks she's got a real eye for the next big thing,<br />

and that it's going to be driftwood sculpture. She's already bought twenty-seven<br />

driftwood dolphins. LIFESIZE. Need I say more? FIND ME WORK. I'll take ANYTHING.<br />

Max<br />

To: Lenore Fleming <br />

From: Max Friedlander <br />

Subject: SOS<br />

DEER LENORE,<br />

HI! I KNOW IT SAYS THIS IS FROM MAX, BUT IT IS REALLY FROM ME, VIVICA.<br />

I AM USING MAX'S COMPUTER SINCE HE ISN'T HERE. I DON'T KNOW WEAR HE IS.<br />

PROBABLY IN A BAR SOMEWEAR. THAT'S WEAR HE ALWAYS IS THESE DAYS. LENORE,<br />

HE IS SO SELFISH! HE YELLED AT ME ABOUT THE DRIFTWOOD SCULPTURES. HE HAS<br />

NO APPRECIATION FOR FINE ART. HE IS JUST LIKE YOU SAID, TOTALLY BORGEWOIS.<br />

WELL, YOU WARNED ME. ANYWAY, I TRIED TO CALL YOU, BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS OUT.<br />

THEN DIERDRE SAID I SHOULD TRY EMAILING. I HOPE YOU GET THIS. I DON'T KNOW<br />

WHAT TO DO. I GUESS I SHOULD COME HOME, ONLY I FORGOT MY BANKCARD. IN<br />

FACT, I FORGOT MY WHOLE WALLET. I DON'T EVEN HAVE A CREDIT CARD, WHICH IS<br />

WHY I HAVE BEEN USING MAX'S. BUT I WOULDN'T HAVE, IF I HAD KNOWN HOW<br />

SELFISH HE IS.<br />

PLEASE COULD YOU HAVE DIERDRE GO TO MY APARTMENT AND GET MY WALLET AND<br />

SEND IT TO ME CARE OF THE PARADISE INN IN KEY WEST? ALSO COULD SHE SEND<br />

SOME BODY LOTION FROM KHIEL'S BECAUSE I AM PEELING. WELL, THAT'S ALL. IF YOU<br />

GET THIS MESSAGE, CALL ME. I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO. MAX IS JUST DRUNK ALL<br />

THE TIME, AND WHEN HE'S NOT,<br />

HE'S ASLEEP.<br />

LOVE,<br />

VIVICA<br />

To: jerrylives@freemail.com<br />

From: Jason Trent <br />

Subject: <strong>The</strong> cabin<br />

All right, I cleared it. If you want the cabin for next weekend, it's yours--on one<br />

condition: YOU HAVE TO TELL HER. Seriously, John, you may think this girl is something<br />

special, and she probably is, but NO woman likes being lied to, even if it's for a good cause-which<br />

I'm not even sure yours is. In fact, I know it's not. I mean, come on,<br />

deceiving an old lady and her neighbors? Admirable, John, very admirable.<br />

Anyway, I'll have Bates drop the keys to the cabin at your office tomorrow morning.

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