Sunday 10 May 2015

Draft letter, 1992


I’m probably going to deny that I wrote this, just to let you know straight out (this wouldn’t fit in with my image of myself).  But I wanted to thank you for whatever it is you’ve done to help me, for putting up with my constant abuse, and for making me feel less scummy.  And I had fun, too, which according to you is okay, so I’ll trust you on that one.  I guess I do like you after all, and I will miss talking to you (kind of).  (It’d be too much to admit that I’ll miss you, so I won’t.)  Thanks for the water gun and for the bell that chased the evil spirits away while I was here.  And for the safe “connection,” which does mean a lot.


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