Dear Josh,
I'm going to Hawaii. Sorry.
Love ya,
Sheila
OK, so it wasn't exactly a apologetic masterpiece, and "love ya" hardly sufficed for running off to Hawaii, but of course she wouldn't really be in Hawaii--she'd just be laying low for a while. Before she could rethink her decision, she could hear the key being turned in the lock of the front door.
At first she considered jumping out the nearest window, but she didn't fancy acting too "cliched spy heroine," so Sheila decided to just leave via the back door instead. Jumping down from Josh's nice wood patio and giving herself the satisfaction of landing on both her hands and feet, like a cat on an espionage mission, as she would most likely say, she was off...
Sheila jumped the fence and ran into the next yard...
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