Seventeen years isn’t such a long sentence, in retrospect. I’ve done it once, I reckon I can do it again. I didn’t think I’d have to, but Klint and Ojuxit had other plans. It may not be a full seventeen years. Klint may well chicken out (or otherwise quit) on this sooner than that. On the other hand, of course, Ojuxit may be resolute in her position that my love of fear is insufficient, even as my love for them remains undiminished. Time will tell, and the dude will abide.
Snivels and rants! Snivels and rants! Snivels and rants and rants and rants.
