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About that night I cracked up your BMW over a concrete traffic barrier on Lake Shore Drive, I’m really sorry. What a horrible accident. When I crawled out of the window you were still unconscious. I tried to pull you through, but your foot was stuck in the glove compartment. So I went to get help. I was less than fifty feet away when the gas tank exploded. Wow-Wee! Talk about explosions! I ran back and put out the fire with a wet blanket. THEN YOU WERE GONE! No Debbie! Where did you go? Are you okay? How’s your foot? How’s the car? Did they find your left arm? Look, I know you’re probably a little upset. You have every right to be a little upset. I can understand that. But I don’t think we should blow this thing up all out of proportion. In fact, I don’t want to see anything else blow up for a long, long time. So, give me a call, or drop me a line. Let’s be friends. Come over and we ca play records and bang on my drums. Tell your mom I said Hi.