A reply, dear Willow:

Oh dear,

Willow my sweet, I miss you too. I never seem to be able to keep promises so you're entitled to a dramatic slap on the face the next time I get to see you. I said that I'd come and visit you, Machala and Kathryn during the break but I didn't know where to begin. And now, I'm at loss with what to do with the dwindling days ahead. Time seeps through like sand between dry fingers. Camp never happened, visits never happened, nothing seems to happen when I've the power to take action. In truth, I really deserve the loneliness and lack of festivities and no one should put up with my "stand up on you" crap. Oh gosh, Willow! I don't know what to do but say I'm so sorry to everyone I've ever closed the door to. I've begun to realize that there's no point being game because I so sorely suck at it here... or plainly because I don't know how to. I have ammends to make and much more to learn. You all deserve so much more....especially.
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lol, I'll talk to Royce later. Don't you worry. Thank you, dear Willow****