Do you want to be my friend?

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For the past six months, your notes have been showing up in my inbox the same way your presence would make an appearance during the time we were together. Time was random and required juggling. Unpredictability was the norm. Non-committal the key ingredient. Your notes would appear to scratch the same need than the face to face encounters: perfectly timed to fill the holes in your heart and soul with my energy and spirited, witty self, in…