I'm preoccupied lately. Meetings with people I don't particularly like over things I abhor, topics that I think are best left untouched because there are places I just don't want to go here
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I'm only flattered and a tiny bit concerned that you keep thinking that I'm there. Thank god your medical insurance covers psychiatric treatment. I feel guilty, though, and I know it's not needed, but things couldn't have come to a head at a more inconvenient time (other things, not you and I) when I'm not around to help man the guns. Hopefully you'll be able to keep that shred of positivity that I implanted in your head without me there, or else, well, I'll just have to keep doing it.
You have a habit of sneaking up on me, so I've come to suspect every creak of floor is you about to pop out and give me a heart attack. What can I say, paranoia is the new black.
No need for guilt. We do what we have to, and these are things we both have to do.
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It does look good on you.
Insert necessary archetypal estrogen words here.
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No need for guilt. We do what we have to, and these are things we both have to do.
See you this weekend.
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