Weep not for the memories

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Of course, I want to be remembered for those things. However, it is difficult when I have absolutely NO idea who you are and have no communication whatsoever. Pretty easy to spin your wheels in your own quarantine jail cell. Send me a letter. Scratch on my window at 3:00am. Bark like a dog. Leave a bag of poop on my doorstep. ANYTHING! I invite you.