Dear Madge,
Your husband is a rich film producer.
He's British.
With stubble.
He has Jason Statham's phone number.
You, by comparison, wear leotards and have man-hands.
Find a way to make it work, for feck's sake.
Like a virgin,
Jo.
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and then i read this in the news...
Dear Guy,
What the hell were you thinking, anyway?
Love with both barrels,
shellity.
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