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An apology
A piece of redemption
Dearest JP,
In these latter years of mine, I have been forced to reflect on my earlier crimes by a certain peculiar individual in my life. As part of this reflection I remembered a minor misdemeanour against your person, back in the 90s.
Perhaps you had forgotten it before now, but I certainly haven’t. The audacity I displayed that day even shocked myself, believe it or not. At the time it had shocked you too, for I had called you a ‘slut’.
All 4ft7 and 5 stone of me.
That shy, quiet preteen who wouldn’t say boo to a goose and still got scared when staying away from home. Who rarely got bullied for being so quiet despite actually enjoying school for both educational and social aspects.
At the time, we were actual friends too I think. Not best friends, far from it, but we went to primary school together and therefore had some understanding of each other. We knew each other’s first and last names. We knew where each other lived, and I think we had even been to each other’s house.
I can’t quite remember why I called you that heinous word, perhaps you had annoyed me or most probably I had annoyed you first and you just asked me to get lost. In any case, sorry for calling you that.
