Dear Ms. Josie

I bugged his phone, I flooded his house, I held his hand and I kicked his dog. I went through his mail and I kissed him in the forehead, I shredded his photographs and I blamed the scandal on him. Yet he still loved me. How could he still love me? I was horrible to him. Not to mention how incredibly annoying I am, but somehow he tolerated me, better than tolerated me. He filled every moment of my life with love.

I tried to be better, I truly did, but you know, some people just don't change.

I killed him, shot him in the head. Oh how I loved him, but I ended his life! Now they are looking for me and I am running away. I will see you in a few years, maybe a decade, who knows. When the search has died down, reduced to cold ashes and the public is preoccupied with some other outlaw.

Congratulations about you Granddaughter, see you in the promised land,
Mitzy

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