Article Thanks To Holly
Dear Kevin,
So here I am in Puerto Rico, alone as usual. I've been thinking a lot about you--especially when I go swimming. Sorry! I can't believe I wrote that. It's just that this whole thing with you and Grace has me spooked. I know you weren't responsible for drowning her, but I have a bad feeling about that bath we're planning to take when I get home--and I really don't want you to see Ryan. I mean, come on! I am an attractive woman. I've been married to two of Port Charles's most handsome doctors (Alan and Tony, in case you forgot), and I got my figure back the day after giving birth to Scotty's daughter, Serena. In fact, I think I'm pretty hot! But every time we try to...you know...something terrible happens. Like I call you "Damian," which, by the way, I am not apologizing for again. Or the couch catches fire. Or you have some psycho nightmare about your dead girlfriend, which makes me feel like suddenly I'm in a bed on the Titanic.
Well, that's it. I want to get down to happy hour before all the umbrella drinks are gone. Think about what I've said, okay?
Love,
Lucy
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