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I start flipping through the mail, junk, junk, bill, junk, BAM! I see a letter with very familiar handwriting. It cant be! I look in the upper left corner. Oh my God! It is. Its from Jimmy! I jump up off the couch and immediately start to panic as I pace the living room. I must have forgotten to give him something and he wants it back. I re-analyze my actions. Nope. I know I gave him everything back. Maybe its just him saying that he is Hell! I dont know! I rip it open.

He is in Goleta going to Santa Barbara. He is curious if Im doing okay. He wants me to call. His phone number is there staring me in the face.

I start running to the phone; I stop and turn back around. NO! Dont do this. Think about it. He isnt sorry. He didnt say he was sorry. What are you going to tell him? Are you willing to say that you love him and are miserable without him? NO! You cant. What he did was so wrong. You dont deserve this. You deserve better, damn it.

I calm down as much as possible. If I want to talk to Jimmy today, I need to do it now because Jeff will be here soon.

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