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Gina The funerals were over and the guests had all left, but I couldn"t stop thinking about the man who had written those letters. I had to find him. It was ironic, because just a week ago, I hadn"t even been thinking about a man. And now here I was, desperately searching for one. I didn"t have any leads, so I started writing to potential suitors, inviting them for a visit. But I quickly realized that I had a problem: I had no idea who I was looking for. who To add insult to injury, I had lost big at poker. I’d needed a win and I ended up worse off than when I went in. It wasn’t just a little bad, it was very bad. I went full tilt, so I am now equally indebted and desperate. I know I’ll find a way out; I always do. But the meantime isn’t going to be fun. veryTo distract myself, I focus