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So I'm sitting here, writing the letters that will go in my Christmas cards (which are going to be late, but I'm sending them anyway), and I'm starting with my old gaming friends, who moved to Arizona last summer. And the funny thing is how little I really want to write this letter.
I loved them. I missed them terribly, and sometimes I still do. But too much time has gone by, and there are whole parts of my life they know nothing about at all. I was very much in the thick of the eye thing when they left, deciding whether to have the surgery or not, but I never said one word to them about it, and I don't think that I'm going to start now. It's too much, and they don't... I loved them. It pains me to say they might not get it. But well, they might not.
This letter is going to be one of the hard ones, I think.
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Okay. It's done. I think it's sort of crap, though.
*sigh* I need to clean my keyboard. The 'v' is sticking again.
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So the letters are progressing, and I'll probably be able to get the bulk of the cards out tomorrow. And I am so tired... still recovering from Return of the King, I guess. Wow. What a long day that was, yesterday.
I loved them. I missed them terribly, and sometimes I still do. But too much time has gone by, and there are whole parts of my life they know nothing about at all. I was very much in the thick of the eye thing when they left, deciding whether to have the surgery or not, but I never said one word to them about it, and I don't think that I'm going to start now. It's too much, and they don't... I loved them. It pains me to say they might not get it. But well, they might not.
This letter is going to be one of the hard ones, I think.
...
Okay. It's done. I think it's sort of crap, though.
*sigh* I need to clean my keyboard. The 'v' is sticking again.
...
So the letters are progressing, and I'll probably be able to get the bulk of the cards out tomorrow. And I am so tired... still recovering from Return of the King, I guess. Wow. What a long day that was, yesterday.