A fragment of a torn-up letter found in the Denny triangle on Friday afternoon (which I stuck in my coat pocket and forgot about until this morning):

Side One

because I am to close to my
I must keep my focuse and
this storm that I am trapped
out, you can be my umbrella
ght? We got each other and with
er it’s a beautiful thing. So just
hope. I with you and I ain’t going
ght as well as get use to it cause
n you will be able to rest on top of
head on my chest. Any way, I love
share and have I am telling you
and care for you. I found the
I was seeking in you baby. But
other woman come your way that
t, what happens to me? Well, my
this so you can get it soon, but
u I love you always keep it
it’s 100% real.

The writer is a woman. A 100% real woman. Who is afraid of “[an] other woman.” Who thinks about umbrellas and surviving storms and her lover resting his/her/its head on her chest.

Side Two

actually discovered a part of my
I understand my struggle for freedom,
you are my strenght, I thank you and
you’ve been a part of my life and passed
! You have been a wonderful source
ndship, I owe so much to you baby.
for you baby I love you. I want
baby, could you ever feel the way I
finally home with your family for
going for my baby? OK, I do
me tell you this I love you
eep it close to heart OK! Now back
w, I can’t be right there in your
heart in million pieces. Oh well.
days left, it won’t be long to be
lease date is September 29, 2008
ouse, I will be going back to
for the half way house for 6

Uh oh. “[Re]lease date”? Back home with “your family”? And this note torn up in the middle of the road?

Somebody’s not gonna be happy when she gets out of the pen.