All it took was just a smidgen of hope that I might not be completely forgotten, and I don't feel quite so devastated. Just a little - how would he say it? - "hard done by". Hard. Hehe. Now, even if we never meet again, at least I can comfort myself with the hapless idea that it is as star-crossed lovers that we parted.
I probably ought to be more concerned that a savage and ruthless harpie has apparently come into possession of incontrovertible evidence of my wrongdoing, but somehow I just can't get myself too worked up about it.
At any rate, I have warned Magic that a blood-thirsty lunatic may be hot on my trail - which strangely did not surprise him at all. Then yesterday he mentioned to me that he might be depressed, so I helpfully suggested that he have an affair, but he just gave me a hurt and bemused look. I also asked him if he would like to join a sex club with me, but he said we would be the hottest people there, we'd just be "trading down". No arguing with that.
And I had a nice talk with the Clone, in which he said a few comforting things, one being that he likes my blog better than "the blog of that girl whose naked pictures you sent me" (I didn't even know she had a blog! must hunt it down, and maybe rekindle my friendship with its author), and another being that he would like to see me again in the flesh, even if it's just for a coffee! How sweet. Now there's a person who has been there for me during the three worst experiences of my life (all neatly packed into a 6.5 month period). What a pity that for once, he didn't ask me what I was wearing...
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