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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Dear Ms. Furey,
I would hereby like to offer my sincere thanks for your sincere apology, despite the fact that said apology was wholly and completely unnecessary: There is a time for picking nits, and a time for letting nits be.
Yesterday was one of those “letting be” times, and yet, I pressed on in the name of useless specificity and forced the picking of at least one innocuous nit, who, heretofore had been perfectly content minding his own business.
It is my sincere hope that I in no way offended you. If I did, I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me.
If you were offended but cannot forgive me, I will understand, and mark down the death of our fledgling friendship as yet another of life’s little disappointments–you know, the kind that get under your skin and itch a little, much like nits in need of picking.
Most sincerely yours,
The Author of this Blaaaaaa
