Oh. That's all I can think right now. I can't even say anything else. I'm scared. Maybe I can say why tomorrow. I can't just yet. Can't face what's happened this morning. And over email. Fuck. It all seems so cheap and antiseptic and I feel like shit and like a phony and like a jerk. I am all those things sometimes. I guess, that's true.

Oh.

He asked, he said, just tell me. And so I did. He said, just tell me now so I can do what I need to do. And so I did. My hands are all clammy.

The end.