I know you don't know me, but I know you, kinda, and I wanted to see how you were.
So.
How are you? He worked you over really bad, I know. The guy up there told me, and I just want you to know that it really wasn't his fault. The guy up there, I mean.
Does that even make sense? Probably not.
But.
Hugs and kisses. I've got extra plasters if you want.