Dear Ann Landers: My husband is a letteraholic. He writes to old girlfriends he hasn't seen in years and women he finds in coffee shops. He romances them with his poetry, and sometimes he sends roses. Recently, I caught him pulling feathers from my canary and sending them as sensitive gifts from "Nature Boy."

Last week, I found a letter he hadn't mailed. It was an invitation to "have coffee and get better acquainted." That's the first step. The second step is lunch. ...

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