fiona
her blood runs cold, and she blinks a few times to make sure that she's reading text correctly, because it's been nearly two years.
what do you want? i'm busy.
i'm getting married in a few
weeks.cool.
why so cold?
why so douchey?
i just wanted to ask for your
respects, and i want to fix
the wrongs that i have made
with you.too bad.
please, fiona. i'm sorry.
it's too late for sorry.

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the recovery project [2]
Kurzgeschichtenit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.