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Sport 41: 2013

XIIFine Weather Continuing Till Lunch

XII      Fine Weather Continuing Till Lunch

So after the pre-war house and going our separate ways and never speaking to each other again (Len and Tyler had some real issues with each other at the end and they still say today it’s her/his fault, that manipulative, crazy, co-dependent whosit, as usual, that’s how those things always end), not even speaking to each other at the library, and all of us scared of loneliness and the advancing dark middle ages and wanting someone long term to shed a little more light on our situations, what about me? Well, me, I still do, want someone long-term that is, but at least I stopped writing about the war. Moved on to writing about writing about the war instead. And I found out there were a couple of actual Jews in our city, I hadn’t realised, and they were real ones, and I met them, and they turned out to be better writers than me too, so I also tried pretty hard to abandon the faux-persecution complex I’d adopted to give my life more meaning and just accept being a whitey. And then I moved away, and all of that seems to be working out just fine, for now, and hopefully continuing. Until the next war.