Well one day Jo was reading some new ones and Sam was cooking. He read a great story about a guy and his wife and how he always shaved his wif... and one day she brought over one of her friends for his b-day for him to shave her also and the great time that followed! So Jo thought it was a awesome story and re-read it to Sam as she cooked and she thought it was awesome also. Well they talked about it and then somehow there friend Melissa got brought up and that she may go. She had said much of the same things to me in the letters years ago. I thought back to when I read them, I recognized why her words had sounded so familiar when I read them so many years ago. They were the words in the notes I wrote to remember how I felt after she left. My tears have long since dried, the pain is only a small ache, and only brought back to memory on a few occasions now. Faith and I spoke and cried until the small hours of the morning, when we fell asleep we were holding each. "I came back to return your clothes. Sorry, they don't look so good."He piled up a disheveled mess. My dress was torn, the stockings hadrunners; a strap on one of the pumps was ripped off."You don't look so good either. Look at your eye. Your lip too. Whathappened?" My stepdad caught me just as I got back. I'm sorry. I think the dressis ruined. I'll replace it. Maybe I can get you something from mysister's closet; she already thinks I'm stealing her clothes. I'm sosorry. Look, I gotta go.. Konnte sie das wirklich gesagthaben? Konnte sie das wirklich gemeint haben? War ich irgendwie imfalschen Film?"Hey, los, ich meine das ernst!" Du spinnst wohl!" konnte ich irgendwie herausbringen."Jetzt werde nicht auch noch unversch?mt! Wenn du jetzt nicht ganzschnell tust, was ich sage, dann kannst du dich morgen auf was gefasstmachen. Ich werde die Fotos, die ich vorhin gemacht habe, morgen in derganzen Firma verteilen. Ich schicke eine Mail mit dem ganz gro?enVerteiler."Beweise! Klar, sie.