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Sometimes people hurt my head.

**The following texts occurred on December 18, 2009 in the wee hours of the morning and with the exception of slight editing of some of the cursing and taking out his place of employment, I have duplicated them exactly as they occurred. (Sigh.)

Hey, babe! I miss you so much. It’s been WAY too long. I wish you were here and miss you every second you’re not! I wish I lived down the street so we could just get together whenever we felt like it. I need to see you soon and talk to you even SOONER! Let me know when I can call you. I am always so worried about interrupting your family. Big fat hugs and kisses!

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Who the HELL is this and why the F*CK RU TEXTING THIS 2 MY HUSBAND? If this is that whore Bethiny from the office u keep u and ur damn “KISSES” away from my man cuz that ring on his finger says his lovin’ and kissin’  is MINE NOT URS! Got it?

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This was an error. MY name is Loralee. I was texting my friend, SANDI. Who is a GIRL and my friend that I have not talked to in a long time. She has a phone that is one digit difference from your, uh…”MAN’S” and it is my first month owning a touch screen phone. I hit the wrong button on the screen. I can see how this looked funny to you. Sorry about that. I have ZERO interest in your husband and his “kissin’ and lovin’ “. My apologies! :)

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“I still think this is the f*cking whore and ur covering. But if its not check ur damn number b4 texting some poor man and his wife in the middle of the night that u love him!”

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Yeah, because saying you love and miss someone in a text is so much worse then calling them a “f*cking whore”. Anyway, I have no control over what you believe and do not. I apologized and I consider this finished. (P.S. If I really am the office whore it is quite the BITCH of a commute from Utah to Orange County. Just sayin’…)