A tale of a time.

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I am not sure I should present this.  It has been, pretty much, ready to go for days however.  So, I am letting it go.  Besides, perhaps the bad news isn't...  If it is, I... know that tale.  I live it.

When we met.  She was... such... a girl.

She had plans for me, I never understood.

I just wanted her to be... her.  Just... her.

We... we did well.  For a while.

It wasn't she who got mean, or me.  It's... just... a result of what happened.

May you live long enough so that this too may make you laugh.

I have.  Perhaps until today.