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And once again the Universe balances itself. Mr. Wonder Borkita is now a bit constipated. Dunno for how long. Stay tuned for more Casey poop adventures. My Samurai is home. I can't get enough of him. I missed his scent, his voice, the sound of his breathing in bed at night. It is infinitely comforting to lean on his solidity and hear him sigh. I had a crying jag in the shower this morning when I realized that Beth will never have another homecoming with the Pilot again. She'll never feel this relief, about her man, again. Hun-e-B, either. I am profoundly sorry for them both. I cannot imagine the yawning gulf that would confront me without the Samurai. I wish there were something I could do to make it better. We received word yesterday that the Pilot will be laid to rest at Arlington on June 21st. It will be hot. I have to find something to wear. At least school will finally be out by then. |
 
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