the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:14 p.m. + 2006-07-24 = the letter.
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...the letter that i've been meaning to write for the past few months.
and by "few"... i mean, "many, several."
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i would like to have a beer. no hidden agendas, no alterior motives. just a beer and conversation... with a friend.
cos the single regret that i carry with me is that i, in part [perhaps, not even a small part] fucked up a friendship.
seriously. i miss you. and love you. but not in the manner to which you are possibly accustomed.
a "yes" or "ok" or even, "sure" will stand alone.
a "no" will require expansion. and thus, risk retort.
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[[now i just need to actually send it.]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
