Catherine.
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My dearest,
I did a terrible thing. It was earlier in the week, you were at a friend’s house; I was a little tipsy and lonely. I know alcohol isn’t an excuse but I keep coming back to it. I keep saying it to myself, “it was the alcohol… the alcohol… the alcohol…” I know I just need to admit it to myself as much as I need to come clean to you, so here goes.
