I didn't leave you or our baby Baby. I was so tired I fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop. I haven't a clue where I am because nobody here speaks English. It looks like south America. I've been robbed twice. I'm practically naked but luckily I managed to crotch my laptop or I wouldn't even be able to send you this distress comment on your web page. I'm going to make my way way over the mountain range off to to the far East. The forest is thick, but I fashioned my self some nun-chucks for protection. I made them out of some old dental floss I had in my pocket from after lunch today, and a matching set of, his and hers, hand crafted wooden flashlights that look to be made by the indigenous people of where ever the hell I am. They'd be a lethal weapon in the right hands, but it's nice just having a little illumination to help light the treacherous mountain path that lies ahead. I traded my shirt, pants, socks, and shoes for some "D" batteries at a "Super South America" gas station (I know. What's a "Super South America" store doing out in the middle of nowhere? That's what I asked myself to.) Lori, Darling stay strong and it's o.k. with me if you start seeing other men (or women). I don't know how long my Odyssey might last or where it might lead and I can't bear the thought of you being single. So please love your new Man with the same passion and intimacy we've shared in the short time we were together at Chachi's party. Tell Jr. about me Lori my love. regretfully Chris
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