January 2, 2007

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        Dear Derek Jeter,


                     Please excuse the brevity and curt tone of this note; I have something I have been meaning to discuss with you for some time and I can no longer keep my thoughts to myself.


                          I am not your biggest fan; as a life-long Red Sox lover I am not allowed to even consider any form of camaraderie with a New York Yankee.  Additionally, you seem a bit smug and that smirk of yours always ruffles my feathers.


        So, would you please stop showing up in my dreams?!!!  


    This means no more trampolines and fast cars and bar bronco riding, no more prom dresses and whoopie pies and grocery store rendezvous.  No more coming up behind me in the library, no more applying makeup to my face, no more giggling at the bus stop, no hanky-panky in national museums, none of it.


     It must stop.


    Besides, people might talk.


    kisses!, fondly,


    Julie




          

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