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[alt_regulus]

So you've returned my owl, rebuffed her delivery. I take your point--it is, in fact, pointing accusingly at me from its parcel even now.

I'm not keeping pace. Not half done. And I suppose the first effort was opposable, too, coming as it did alone after a handful of days. Inexcusable. And this second offering? Insufficient.

Yes, you've made that clear. Your displeasure throbs, paints my dreams red.

But I am on point. And on pace now.