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Here's the deal - I'd like to hear from Caitlin's husband, talking to himself in the mirror while he shaves in the morning. I picture him tied up in a closet in their house (doesn't really sound like a home to me) and let out for her convenience. We're spending too much time on her; she's a bitter bitch with a personality disorder and depressive symptoms; someday she'll be writing about her divorce.