But here comes the hard part: even if we weren’t now playing –‘Brian’s Bargain,’ I mean– and my writing the letter wasn’t the ‘non-Commandable (sic) command,’ and you were commanding it of me, I just don’t know if I could bring myself to send it. It might actually be grounds to find ourselves at an official Impasse.

Foremost, regardless your accomplished telling of my woes… it just doesn’t decree my diction.

You couldn’t quite capture my quintessence.

But don’t worry, that’s a good thing.

Thieving is skeeving, after all.

Which reminds me, UberFem still has my knives. For a supposed supreme advocate of equality,...

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