I don't know, maybe it's not unfair. Whatever we did, I always enjoyed reading it. I don't even have a photo left to icon, which is somewhere between sad and amusing.
You're like Beetlejuice, I think. I didn't say your name three times, but I was thinking about you last night. A song came on that's always made me think of you and I hadn't heard it in ages. Then you pop up in my email. I know what you mean. I get it sometimes as well.
It's weird not to. There's that sort of withdrawal. Then, even when you want to, it's hard to find something that's the right fit. Maybe just haunting people can be enough. It's a bit sinister if you do it right. I know how you feel about sinister.
I'll look it up as soon as I'm properly awake. I'm looking forward to it. I don't mind being haunted, usually. It's nearly Halloween. Well, it's not really, but I saw my first Halloween display last night, so I think that's close enough.
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