It has been only two weeks and two days, but it seems like so much longer. I guess because you have been out of our lives for the past couple years - for the most part.
It seems sad that we don't miss you and are happy that you are in a good place -- happy you're not driving in at any time and demanding this or that. I know that you don't want to be the way you are. But you are who you are. It's a J. B. suit inhabited by a whole bunch of cockroaches, like Men in Black. Looks like you but isn't really you.
Let me know when the bugs are gone for good.
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