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love, rosie 267Rosie:Alex:had this discussion and that we’ve cleared the whole Bethany thingright up. So I’m forgiven.No.Great stuff, thanks. Speak to you soon.Alex has logged offRosie:Thanks for asking about my job, Doctor.from:to:subject:RosieRubyHelp!Help...(Meek feeble little voice) Help me ...Oh dear, my head. Mypoor, poor head. My even poorer brain cells, they never even had a chance,they’re gone. Dead. The pain and suffering my mind and body experienceright now is pure torture. I pray that the end is nigh, let me see the light sothat I may follow thee . . . It’s 4 o’clock in the afternoon and I am bedridden(not exactly half as much fun as it sounds) and bed is where I shall stay forthe remainder of my years. Good-bye world, farewell all, thanks for thememories.And of the ones remaining from last night I shall try to explain to youexactly what I got up to, although there seems to be a heavy mist working itsway in from the edges of my brain toward the center. I’ll try to get it all outbefore I’m surrounded in fuzziness.After you threw me out of your house in your mad rush to get to lastminutedance lessons I sat at the bus stop for AN HOUR and waited for thebloody bus to turn up. Honestly Ruby I strongly urge you to think of investingin a fireman’s pole for your home so that when Ricardo calls you for oneof your emergency dance lessons you can press the panic button of youralarm, slide down the pole, and dive into your mini-mobile, remembering toblare salsa music as a warning for all traffic who dare obstruct the urgentcall of hip movement. Next time you invite me out on a “girls’ night in”though I’ll be careful not to spend my meager amounts of money on booze.