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You've Got Mail.

Tara,
Will you please talk to me? We haven’t spoken in a week, you won’t answer my texts, calls, or IM’s. I’m hoping that a note will break through this barrier that you’re inexplicably building to avoid me. You forget that this situation takes two people to do.
I shouldn’t have forced sex on you that night. I should have remembered protection. And I’m sorry I wronged you, I will burn in hell for it.
I beg your forgiveness, but if you can’t give it to me, please give it to our baby that’s inside of you. He or she connects us, don’t you see?
Tara, you can’t get this “taken care of,” I can’t stand the thought of you doing that. He or she is just as much mine as they are yours.
I promise, I will be there for you and the baby. I won’t abandon you. We can get married, I will get down on one knee and we’ll get married in that church that you wanted to. Everything for you.

Think about it.
I love you.

Was it Spencer’s note? If not, why did he give it to me to deliver to Tara?

Oh Tara, what have you done?

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