I get a message, from J. I'm sorry. I am really sorry, I am just rubbish. Let's just meet. Please. Yes? I say, yes you idiot, I've been waiting for you to decide that for weeks now. He says, I am sorry. You are all I have been thinking about. I say, I wish you'd just bloody say so. Things would be a lot easier if you did.
I have apparently managed to find the only person on the planet who is more scared than I am at the prospect of meeting others. Before I went to see the magician A had to force drugs into my face to stop me foaming in panic. I think this might be interesting.
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