Friends complained that you didn’t make any sense. I wasn’t offended, but I was concerned. But it wasn’t you; and it wasn’t them either. It was the odd tricks, ridiculous timed competitions, someone proclaiming you were “easy,” and papers full of problems that weren’t problematic - each one smearing your reputation - getting in between you and everyone else. There was a time when I would play endlessly with you. Then the tricks, timers and problems clouded my vision, too. I’m sorry. I can see clearer now. You’re all around me, in every wondering, pattern and story. Will you come play again?
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