Three days went by
and Jack hadnt slept or eaten a bite. He just sat in front of the
window, smoking Marlboros, one after the other, staring at the canyon.
He pulled out the crinkled napkin that was written on with an eyeliner
pencil, "It was fun, Jack, dont beat yourself up. I dont
think youre a bad man, I just think youre pathetically weak,
XXOO, Jeanette."
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