I just want him back. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have shouted at him... I
fooked up, OK? I said I'd kicked the habit but I lied. What more can I say? I'm really sorry, son. I swear, as Pharaoh
Ramses II is my witness, that I will never do coke again. Please, PLEASE come back. Without you, your mummy's
nuthin'. The moment you walk in that door, I'm in rehab. Deffo. Love you,
Tootie poos.
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