Leaving Tai-chan was, I swear, in the scheme of things, this time, the hardest thing I've ever done. I still see, like in Technicolor, his surprised face as the elevator doors close.
I hate crying, you hate crying, everyone hates seeing anyone cry but I couldn't help it -- I broke down and couldn't stop crying for the life of me after I got back to my hotel room. I guess sometimes you just gotta cry. No way around it, people.
Now I have to put a break on the tears, which are threatening to be many, and get on several planes to Brigitte and home. It's a daunting thought, here, as I sit with this tower actually swaying as I speak, but it must be done.
But it was not a happy thing. No, it was not happy at all. Could you please invent a duplicate of me and make him go through this instead? I would be very grateful if you could.
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