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Hey Awesome Sentient LSD Trip,
It's been a while since we've talked, I know. I've had some shit going on, you know how it is. Recently I was finally able to escape your caring but otherwise insane clutches, and found a door home. It was in my office, and it opened right into my other office. Imagine that. Very clever, Nexus.
Instead of boring you with the woe-begotten tale of how apparently said door home brought in a fuckload of ghosts and poltergeists into my hotel (don't worry, I've got a bottle of vodka and an exterminator's number), I'll ask a topical question, both seasonal and ironically personal:
What are you dressing up as for Halloween? I'm curious, and deeply bored.
Your pal,
Rusty.
It's been a while since we've talked, I know. I've had some shit going on, you know how it is. Recently I was finally able to escape your caring but otherwise insane clutches, and found a door home. It was in my office, and it opened right into my other office. Imagine that. Very clever, Nexus.
Instead of boring you with the woe-begotten tale of how apparently said door home brought in a fuckload of ghosts and poltergeists into my hotel (don't worry, I've got a bottle of vodka and an exterminator's number), I'll ask a topical question, both seasonal and ironically personal:
What are you dressing up as for Halloween? I'm curious, and deeply bored.
Your pal,
Rusty.