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June 9, 2002
"Do you think about me when you're fucking her?" He words startled him. So much for hello, how are you, he thought as he wrestled with the receiver.

"No… yes… it's wrong, but yes, I do." He whispered back, his guilt making him wince.

"Don't you wish it was me you were fucking?"

"I love my wife… but yes… I do." He said in his normal voice. There was a moment's silence.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry… I dialed the wrong number." She hung up, leaving him wildly relieved he had confessed to a complete stranger instead of her.