Dear Lauren,
Where are you?
Oh no.
Now I'm home.
But you're not here.
Are you at work?
I don't even know.
I hope so.
That stupid movie gave us a big disconnect.
It was like touring Europe.
If Europe was an endless stream of maggots.
Maggots that captured and devoured your sex organs.
And then someone put on a Matchbox 20 album.
But now I'm back.
I'll probably be around more than you want.
All I want to do is sleep.
And lie down.
And do nothing.
Even though I just came back from doing three whole weeks of nothing.
All I did today was watch The Beatles.
I put them in a machine.
And they sang for me.
I love The Beatles.
Y'know...
...(I love you)
See you when I get home.
I hope.
tony
Verdict: Loss
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