I remember the passage out back. It was a secret thing. And that it is what made it marvelous. I remember being there with you. And that makes me sad. That is why I can’t sleep like I remember I did. I wish it were not like that, but I rip everything up, and I think I can answer for that.

That’s easily one of the dumbest things I’ve ever written. Or maybe this is it. Probably. A close second anyway.