Going to the store, be back soon. I wanted to lie, but I couldn't. I'm leaving. I probably won't be back*. I'll miss you. Malachi*I'll Skype you once I find a coffee shop with good wifi; I detest written goodbyes and would rather say goodbye in person, but you're in your room and the door is locked (I think your intercourse pal is in there because when I turned the doorknob, I heard a male voice say, "Did you hear that?" --sorry about that, by the way. He's not paranoid, like you said; it was me). Anyway. Get on Skype when you can. Bye.