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2001-11-04 10:24 p.m.
Baby, I'm sorry.

As Kevin and I were strolling down Montrose Boulevard today, we stumbled upon a tire-track-covered greeting card with the following message inside:

"Baby, what I did was wrong and I have felt guilty about it since it happened. I told you that I would never go to those places again... not even if Brett takes me there for my bachelor party. I am truly sorry. Just remember that when I told you I would never do it again I meant it. I love you, Baby. PS- Whatever you want out of this, I will respect."

Hmmm... I wonder what this mystery place is that Mr. Greeting-Card-Writer attended. Perhaps it is McDonald's and "Baby" is worried about the health and well being of cows.

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