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From: You know who.
Date: 14 Feb 2001
Time: 13:44:17
Remote Name: 129.7.26.27
Well, Wendy, it's Valentine's Day. I never really spent much time with you during this time of year, so I don't know how you felt, inside and out, about this holiday. I think I can guess, however. I wonder where you are. I wonder if you know about all of us - the joy you brought during your life, and the pain after your death. I know you still exist, because I'm sitting here in a cramped pose thinking about you. I'm imagining that you might be like a computer network server, and I'm one of the little terminals tapping into your programs and memories. You're always just there, waiting until somebody thinks about you. and *pop* there you are. Is that it? Well, I'm thinking about you. I've got to admit I've been thinking about you alot, lately. More than I thought that I would. and I've been thinking more and more about your mom&dad, and your sister, and our histories. Do you do that, too? Or are you more into what's now? What about love? Is love different for you now? What do you want to say? What stories could you tell? How would you play, and how would you comfort? What would you do different? Not much, huh? Where do you see me going in my life, now? Do you wonder? Like me? Some people in this web thingy have felt you. Really felt you, nearby. Will I ever feel you hugging again? Will I ever see you inside my dreams? I've been looking... I want to be able to wish you a very Happy Valentine's Day. Full of obnoxious pink paper products and fuzzy red hearts and teddy bears and a whole orgasmic supernova of chocolate. Are you there, Wendy?
Are you there?