So you left a message on my awnsering machine and had the nerve to comment on how happy I sounded on the three seconds of recorded tape on which you have to sound happy. Did you find it wierd that it wasn't your voice telling the world that we, you and I are not home? Well, today, its my machine and its my apartment and you hate that. You hate it that I went AWAL in the midst of the war between me and you and all your stupid friends that they were winning. Do you remember that summer when we planted a garden full of vegetables and fragrant flowers that symbolized our growth and love and unity? Funny, I saw that patch of earth, so alive two years ago, now ragged and over- grown. Our garden is dead, as we are. I'm sorry I didn't return your call, but you have to understand, that would mean that you win. So, its my turn. You have laid down your chips. I am calling your bet. You can show, or you can fold. I'm waiting...
Reason for writing:
A disturbing phone call I recieved. I'm still trying to deal. I'm sorry I haven't written in so long...I've been blocked
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