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Alright, here is one from 2015 taken by Hilary’s close companion Bobbert Hyman, don’t tell. Yes, I would very much like
to meet the person in this photograph. Also, I consider little bowls of rice and beans to be people, but I would also like to
meet the person eating the other person.

I have had such a mental connection with somebody, or thought I had, perhaps nine times, and as I became older it seemed
more like love. And love is good, supposedly. This was a very difficult thing to write, especially so soon after the last one,
(aw BEANS look at the line I ended that with, I had no idea) but I suppose this is preferable to my being indifferent and not
wishing to write anything. In fact this was more difficult to write, in a way, because while I have more regrets about my
father’s final years than I can list, I believe that he forgave me for my role in that, and I knew where I stood with him, and I
was able to get some degree of closure. And also he was 65, not 34. Hilary liked a few things I did, but did she like me, as a
person? When she laughed at my tragic adventures in fuzzyland, was she really laughing at ME? When she said I made her
terrible day ten times better, did she mean ten times better at being terrible? I will quite possibly never know. I even just
said I wanted to look like her, for beets freeps. That might have been deemed a hilarious notion. But I would take it, if she
wanted to give it.

Oh well that’s just rude!

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