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"What’s this? A letter from my own husband?"


Babs,

I didn’t have the guts to face you, so I’ll take the coward’s way out. By the time you read this, I’ll be in the Bahamas with my secretary, Cindi. I’m sorry, Babs, but you’re not my pony-tailed prom princess anymore. Cindi makes me feel young again. I know it’s tough, but you’re weighing me down. I have to be free. Goodbye, Eddie.




What should you do? Jump on the next plane to the Bahamas or fix dinner and a drink to calm your nerves?