copyright © 2009 Jeff Goode

Still So Much To Say
"Cullen's Piece"

CULLEN. I've been thinking about this, and I want to take back everything I said. All of it. I didn't mean it. Everything I've ever said about you came from a place of rage, and self-loathing, and denial, and love. And you don't deserve it.

We barely know each other, I think that's safe to say. Sure, we've had some online chats that were, suffice it to say, very heated. Very sweaty. There was a lot of passion in those early email exchanges, let's just say. And I know that's not what you were looking for. I know you just wanted to place a bid on my collection of Civil War-era hatpins. But when I learned that you and I shared a forbidden desire. Well, it's not forbidden, it's perfectly legal. In the northern states, at least. I don't know about the south. The south is very strict. But I live in New Hampshire. Or I used to, until I moved here. To be with you. And your garage-full of historically-accurate cotillion ball gowns.

So naturally, when I found out that you didn't want me, or my hat pins, or my fingers caressing your antique decorative lace. Well, I said some things that were... not entirely ladylike. And for that I apologize... You loathsome, piece of drooling, manipulative shit! I'm sorry.

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