Angry film director who had been informed about his wife's Sotto Voce affair decided to poke pretty mocha actress

I always do, man.

Fuckin' bitch.

Fucking asshole.

Dear Matt, I know it's been a long time, but I had to drop you a note.

I just acquired one of your pieces, "The Lovers."

I was gallery hopping and saw another of your pieces in one,

and the friend I was with told me he had a contact who was an art broker

and that I could probably get a good deal on one of your works.

I still can't believe the same moody guy from college

has evolved into such a wonderful, sensitive artist.

When the broker showed me their catalog,

I immediately fell in love with "The Lovers"

and was thrilled when it was finally delivered.

It's remarkable. Soulful.

It was hell to get your address, but I had to write you and let you know

I'm going to be in town on the 21st and would love to see you again.

It's been much too long.

My cell number is 543-555-4580.

Gwen Chaney.

Gwen.

Bitch.

What's that?

Yeah, just an old work. I think I'm gonna finish.

Why now?

Got inspired.

Hmm.

Did Tom come by and pick up that sculpture?

Yeah, he came by this afternoon.

Oh, but where did you tell me the lovers were being sent to?

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