peggy, too, was discarded of ... placed on clearance ... and as much as i loathe to admit, nearly looked over by me ...

she has learned to trust the human hand ...

do i not owe myself that trust in me?

for the only one i owe is koshka

mwehehehehe

visit a theatre

go on a road trip

collect stuffed animals

visit an art museum

Live well, Calvin.

May we never cross paths again.

From this moment forth, I rebuke those seven years of hell on Earth, and the power the memory of you has held over me.

You are no longer mine to carry.

And I am no longer yours to harm.

With that, I say:

I can only hope you find it within yourself to shed that dreadful facade, and attain a life of self-won joy; one not measured by the suffering you inflict upon vulnerable persons.

This one IS for your sake.

The memory of you is hardly worth my pity, but I bestow it upon you nonetheless.

You continue to operate beneath the shadow of something greater, but I will no longer anticipate a bloody thing from you, for this is my rite of closure.

I forgive you through the tales you will continue to spin of me. I forgive you through the spittle between your teeth that carries lies of me, in that you manage to sleep at night; deluding yourself you bore even a shred of dignity in how you carried yourself in regards to me.

I thank you for those moments in which you deigned try. When you set aside your excuses and showed me a pretense of love. And I would wish you had done so after the many times you took it upon yourself to storm from the premises and leave me asunder with Peggy on my lap, but you are above that.