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Fury.
I wish I could say this is some sort of righteous indignation, but I can't. It is the pettiest sort of fury, and I suppose one could call it irritation or disgust.

I have managed to spend very many moments with no mention of That Person, and now it seems that That Person has decided that the oil fire which terminated our whatever-it-was has burned low enough that fraternizing with one of my best friends is acceptable.

And of course it is. We're all adults here.

It's odd, quite often I felt quite old, but not tonight. I am okay with correspondence that doesn't concern me....but why doesn't it? That sounds self-important, I'm aware of that. I do blame the megalomania, but god damn!