… Dani was shipped away without my consent. I don’t know where he is except that it’s a place called a “depot”. They say they’re taking care of him and he’ll be all better when I see him again. But I can’t think of seeing him again until at least the first week of September. I’m not going to yell. I’m not going to cry.
I might cry.
Okay. Get yourself together, Alicson. You still have a PS to get to a UPS so that you can bring the other one back to life. Plus operation do-not-get-sick. Godspeed.