Please, Annie… I’m banging away…

Annie,

My ankles hurt.

I had a thought last night when I was closing my eyes and it made me really sad when it occurred to me that you probably have lived with the mistake of our… fumble. If this has been a wait, the wait has been killing me. I’m positive that- either way- it’s almost over.

Also, I need a typewriter ribbon…

When you read my story, you’ll understand why I’m not sitting next to you right now. Anyway, I have to get back to banging away…

I love you.

Your biggest fan.

-B