Anybody wants to ask me what is wrong? No, wait, that's not right.
I'm incurable, that's what's wrong.
My new house is full of lovely funk. No, really.
[Private to Tonks]
Hallo, Tonks. I don't know if you'll even be able to read this. It's been long since we've last talked - seems like eternity. You know, I do not have very many friends around here. Don't ask me. I haven't got the courage right now to bother my bandmates. They're still hurt, I bet, hurt that I left them. Oh. Bother, bother, bother.
Anyway, you promised an interesting outing of sorts, so I was wondering if you've come up with anything. I liked your idea about the ocean.
~Myron
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