I, in no way, miss our previous prolonged interaction. I do not miss being forced daily to view the world through your distorted eyes. I only wish that I could conduct our current occasional and brief conversational contact with a single iota of grace. All I ask is a single witty rebuttal, one wisp of my esprit de l’escalier to breeze into the present and utterly unhinge you at the jaw. But I am slowly accepting that I won’t win with you. I hope that in time you find a way to wander off a cliff, or perhaps, simply, literally gouge out of your shrivelled brain the thought that I not only care about your continuing existence, but that I am out to get you.
Sincerely,
Me
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Thank you. I’d been meaning to write that.
You know my stepdaughter then.
Hear, hear! There’s a guy on an island who could do with a copy of this, but alas it is far too articulate for him. Or his wife.