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Subject: Well, this is it
We're leaving in the morning. And I'm going to do it. I swear I'm going to do it. I
called Chuck up at the lodge and had him go over to the cabin and make sure the hot tub
was good and ready, stick a few bottles of wine in the fridge, and start defrosting some of
those venison steaks. I think I'm ready. Wish me luck.
John
To: John Trent
From: Jason Trent
Subject: You really are
a moron, you know that, don't you? How you could have let yourself get into this
situation in the first place--or let it go on for so long--I do not know.
But I will wish you luck, because, buddy, you are going to need it.
Jason
To: Lenore Fleming
From: Max Friedlander
Subject: SOS
LENORE!!!!!
IT'S OVER. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT. I CAN BEARLY
TYPE ON ACCOUNT OF CRYING SO HARD. TODAY I CAME HOME FROM THE POOL, AND
WHAT DO YOU THINK I FOUND? HE WAS WITH ANOTHER WOMAN, LENORE! IN OUR
BED. WITH THE MAID!!!! THE MAID!!!! SHE'S NOT EVEN THAT PRETTY!! SHE USES
LIQUID EYELINER, AND HAD ON LAST SEASON'S MANOLO BLAHNIK MULES. NOT EVEN
REAL ONES, EITHER. CHEAP KNOCK-OFFS!!! AND SHE'S OLD!!! LIKE THIRTY OR
SOMETHING!!!
WELL, THAT IS IT. IT IS SO OVER. YOU HAVE TO GET ME ON THE NEXT
FLIGHT BACK TO NEW YORK. I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY: I HAVE
TO DO SOMETHING TO GET BACK AT HIM OR I WILL NEVER HAVE CLOSURE.
BUT WHAT CAN I DO? I CAN'T SEND HIM A BUNCH OF DEAD ROSES, LIKE
GUYS ARE ALWAYS SENDING TO ME WHEN I DUMP THEM. THAT'S, YOU KNOW, A GUY
THING.
I THOUGHT ABOUT SENDING HIM A METAL JOCK STRAP, LIKE NAOMI SENT BOBBY.
BUT THEY DON'T EVEN SELL METAL JOCK STRAPS HERE. I HAVE TO GET BACK AT HIM
SOMEHOW, I KNOW. I HAVE TO HIT HIM WHERE IT HURTS THE MOST. OH. WAIT A
MINUTE. I HAVE AN IDEA.