Dear Everyone,

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Saturday, July 19, 2008

Dear Lord Denning,

My summer is going swimmingly. What a day it has been. I slept in until 3:30pm and then I did the dishes I let pile up over exams. Oh yes, I've moved. It's a swell place; I never have to explain myself.

You're upset, I can tell. I think, though, that our relationship will thrive if I let you do all the articulating for the both of us. Indeed, there's likely enough articulation for three people. How about that Molly Parker? Have you caught any episodes of Swingtown yet?

I also, um, have some bad news. This last year has been super fun and I've greatly enjoyed our time together but, well, it's time we take a bit of a break. It's just, well, I've found someone else. He's American. He says he can teach me the ways of the Contract.

Anyway, I'll always have a special place for you. Maybe, you know, I'll come visit in a year or so. It'll be like old times! For now, though, I need some space. Don't come following me either, you'll only be shot by the inner city gangs.

Holy fuck, I hate law students,
Corwin, formerly a human being