Personal Letter: Template (Informal): Saved Draft 19
|Personal Letter: Template (Informal): Saved Draft 19|
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How are you? How's Grace? Has the Nexus loosened their rules on who gets to come out of cryo? I know you're kind of lost when she's not with you. Remember mom's sixtieth? You couldn't stop talki
(Terrible. Too sappy? If the wife's not out, this'll just make him sad.)
Hey bro! How's it going? Turns out Kadara was a shitshow and ...
I've left Kadara now. Meriweather (Remember here? She was Nexus security or something) is striking out on her own, and I'm part of her crew now. Leaving the Nexus, now leaving Kadara. I don't know when I'm going to find some place that feels right. Maybe this won't, in the end.
I hope you're doing okay, too.