This morning, while my mom and I were wandering the streets of Nashville, I accidentally walked directly into you. I apologized and you said it was alright, but I feel bad. So again, I am sorry.
You're probably tired, having to drive all over the country and set up for Luke Bryan's concerts every night. You have a lot on your mind. I'm sure your job is strenuous and it probably takes a toll on you. You do not need blonde girls who aren't looking where they are going to plow into you like I did. It was inconsiderate of me to walk into you. I need to pay better attention to what I am doing.
I hope that you're enjoying your time in Nashville as much as I enjoyed the two hours I spent there this morning. It was a pleasure running into you.
Sincerely,
Lindsay
P.S. Go the the Provence Cafe and get a Sherlock Holmes coffee and a salted caramel chocolate croissant. Tell them Lindsay sent you.
P.P.S. They won't know who I am.
P.P.P.S. Please tell Luke Bryan that I am now a fan. If he wasn't married, I would ask you to pass along my phone number.
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