Dear you,
Have you ever felt the breeze hit your face and all the colliding thoughts become quiet? It's one of my favourite moments. My head almost feels like it's buzzing, static, yet there's a sense of comforting calm. Perhaps it's difficult to translate this experience.
Granted, you've never been one for appreciating small events. You've always been about that grind. I think I saw a small amount of pity, remorse, perhaps even some regret in you.
Tell me, where is the rest of your human compassion? Did you lose it, somewhere along the way? No matter, I suppose wasting another thought on you would do neither of us any good.
So I'll continue living my life and you'll be just another cautionary tale. A shame Scrooge doesn't exist, I think he'd teach you a very important lesson. It's also a pity I can't send any ghosts your way. Perhaps a Poltergeist to destroy your office. Although it was a mess anyway. Maybe the Poltergeist wouldn't bother.
With the absolute meanest of regards, and with all the respect you're due (none),
From me.
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