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Dear Mr. Abrams ,
I apologize for what you saw last weekend. I did not mean any disrespect. Yes, your son and I were doing “it”, but we like to call it “love”. I’m sorry for crying like a baby and running out of the house instead of explaining myself. I was mortified. I know you’ll probably never get on this site, but I can’t even describe how guilty I feel. I know you were always so proud of me for being such a great example for your son, I hope this little event doesn’t change that. ….Who am I kidding? I’m probably never coming over again. Dinner was great though, I meant to tell you that night that I hope your date with your wife went well and that your son and I picked up the dishes after we ate dinner just like you’d asked… …then we “loved” each other.
Respectfully,
White Dresses
