Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones
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I wish that the entry immediately following The Update of Familial Woe hadn’t been about a TV show, but... there you go. I keep trying to write a follow-up to that entry, not because anything else has really happened, but because I think you deserve a response to all the support and the stories that you shared. In fact, I think that made me more emotional than my own situation did. I tried a few times, tried to draft an entry, and just couldn’t do it. I read every single comment as it hit my email, and even though I’m not sure if I can go back and reply to any more, I did just want to say--thank you.

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