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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