I remember the first day we met, my lovely Deborah. You smiled at me when our hands touched at work. It was that moment that I knew that we would be forever linked. When you left for Los Angeles, I was heartbroken. How could you do this to me? I never hurt you! I sent you gifts! Tokens of my affection that I knew only we could understand. I moved also, just to see your sweet face. In the end, what happened was for the best. I just couldn't stand seeing you with that Neanderthal of a husband. Ah, well. I just hope that you can forgive me. In fact, I know that you will. I found a new girl to share my life with. We met at a coffee shop. She's so much like you, Deborah, it hurts me sometimes. But I know you'll forgive me for what I did. I just know it.