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[bootme]

I keep thinking about owls from Africa lately

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[fletchfinchley]

I'm sorry.

[bootme]

Do you und

Don't be. Not over that, at least.

Please don't respond.

[fletchfinchley]

That's not what I'm sorry about. I mean, yes of course, I'm sorry that happened to you, but that's not exactly what I was referring to when I said that I was sorry.

And this will be the last time I respond. My apologies.

[bootme]

I see then.

And thank you.

[seventhdaughter]

I'm sorry about all that. I mean, not that it does any good, but--well, you know.

[bootme]

You had nothing to do with anything even vaguely involved with any of this, and, as such, you have no need to feel sorry.

[seventhdaughter]

No, you're right, but

Well. Never mind.

[bootme]

"Never mind." Trust me, I won't.

[purepansy]

Perhaps it is now your turn to send your Uncle something unique and amazing.

[bootme]

I think that in a lot of ways, for a lot of reasons, that is a boat that already sailed, if you understand what I am saying.

[purepansy]

I guess I don't.

Not that you're wrong; it just pains me greatly to let go of certain things. Or people.

[bootme]

I'm beyond a point where things can be made right, I think.

And it always hurts to let go of something. But I tend to believe it hurts less to let go yourself than it does to wait for it to be taken from you.

I don't really want to talk about this.