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Nope. I'd rather hurt myself than put you in striking distance of her. Reread the letter she sent you if you have forgotten why. You always said the best way to lie was to believe it yourself. Maybe you believe all your lies by now. You seem to lie all the time now. It doesn't matter how small the thing is. Even the briefcase. EVERYTHING was soaked in Vaseline after your drug and sex sessions. The couch was disgusting. The photos were disgusting. After so many years of drugs, you just couldn't get hard any other way. We all paid the price of hours and hours of your pawing through the pictures of your glory days. Lie all you want now. I should return the photos to the women...but I don't much like some of them either. How many of them knew you were using them to whack off or trying to with your drug buddies? I bet none.

Not a spammer, just someone who knew George in his drug days and saw the damage he did to a woman I cared for. Not Wendy. She was before my time.So George, do you remember the evening when you thought the hotel stationery's watermark was speaking to you? Probably not. And it doesn't matter. I wanted you to know I have the briefcase.

What happened to the red briefcase you used to carry around? You know the one smeared with vaseline? The one that disappeared suddenly one night.