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I thought about it before I hit the delete key, I really did, promise, because the delete key is death for those of us without any resurrection powers, and I don’t take anything lightly, especially deleting another person’s Scrine entry, and certainly not our friendship, and certainly, beyond reason, really, any concept of resurrection at all, but that’s way off topic and I don’t want that to happen, not when all I’m trying to say is that I thought I knew what the problem was when really I didn’t know at all, which I should have known all along because I know about as much about html and css as I do about what makes a giraffe’s neck work, which isn’t much, although I suspect it’s kind of like this apology, some sort of combination involving muscles and gravity, the idea that hitting the delete key on a friend’s Scrine entry is like an unchewed apple three-fourths the way down a giraffe’s neck -- it’s not coming back, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.
I’d like to offer my personal, heartfelt and deepest apology to Australia (and the rest of the world for that matter) for American television.
i have seen the rock bottom depths of pseudosnobbery, after meeting my sisterinlaw at the panera bread, attached to the starbucks and actually purchasing a loaf; which i later fed to the ducks along with my sincerest apologies.
If you stay in the same place long enough, not only will the whole world pass you by, but everyone who has ever wronged you will show up and apologize.
When he accidently bumped into the Devil on the train, Henry apologized profusely, going as far as to compliment the Devil on his fresh smelling breath; the Devil accepted Henry’s apology and compliments, but assured him that “back home, my breath is much worse.”
Henry offered no apology for his sluggish pace, and in fact, considered it almost his duty to slow down as much of the world as he possibly could.
“Excuse me, excuse me from the bottom of my heart, if that had come out my other end it would have been a fart,” was the only thing I could think to say after the interviewer asked me to explain myself.
I’m sorry it took so long.
Began with an apology.
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