E-Mail to Meggan

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

Meggan,

I'm sorta dumb and ridiculous and playful a lot, but I never meant for any of that to be disrespectful or mean. Girls were always sort of this sacred thing according to my dad. You open their doors, pay for them when you go out, defend them against others and pretty much treat them like princesses because according to him they are. So even though I'm silly and playful and stupid with you, that was always sort of the below the surface motivation and intent. Only apparently I messed that up because I was pretty much told that I'm playing games with you (in that bad, hurtful kind of way) and it was implied I might have hurt your feelings. I really, really didn't mean to.

You're real sweet and I have a lot of fun hanging out with you. I consider you a friend and I'd never mean to hurt a friend. I thought I'd been respectful and honorable to you but I guess I haven't been. I'd understand it if you didn't want to hang out with me for a while and promise to respect it.

Wade's right. You're worth way more than a stack of waffles (as just a friend or otherwise). Sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't.

Sorry,
Kevin

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

Kevin,

Oh, Kevin. You playing around never felt like it was mean or hurtful in any way for me. Even without empathy, I could tell that. I could tell that you and Wade were both just kidding around... even if I only got the milkshake thing a couple minutes later, because I thought it was a movie reference at first, not a song reference.

I love hanging out with you and I really, really don't want that to stop. Not even for a little while for a time out. You've been a great friend so far, and I like you. You haven't done anything to hurt me.

You never made me feel like less than half a leftover, forgotten waffle. More like Leaning Tower of Waffle Princess For A Day if I've got all the kinks to that analogy ironed out the right way. You've been wonderful, you've been kind, you've been a gentleman to me whenever we've been anywhere from where I'm sitting.

You're Not Dumb,

Meggan

P.S.: You're not dumb, but you are tempting me into wanting to give you a great big hug to make you feel better about not making me feel bad.

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

Meggan,

Are you sure? 'Cause I got this e-mail from your sister that totally scolded me and Wade and told us to stop playing around with you after going into this whole thing about how you were kept in a cage at a freak show until you were 12 and how you're not sophisticated and naive. So I figured if she was telling me I was supposed to tip toe around you then it meant I'd messed up.

Respect is really big with me, if you couldn't tell already. Being polite is really big. I've got two dead parents and about all I can do to make them proud is carry that with me so going against it without realizing it is sort of major for me. I get that she doesn't know me, but I just figured she wouldn't have said something unless you'd said something to her first.

You're totally a Leaning Tower of Waffles Princess. :)

Kevin

P.S. Just because I get sorta twitchy around people I don't really know well being near me doesn't mean you qualify for that category anymore. (read: I'll totally never turn down hugs from cute girls I know, it makes me look like way more of a pimp than I am.)

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

No, I didn't say anything. She just wants to make sure nobody ever hurts me again, is all. And I can understand that, I do. I think all she knew was the milkshake jokes were being said around me, and she didn't want anybody to do anything that might scare me or upset me or something after everything.

Sometimes I might not get a joke, and it might just go completely over me. But I'm still learning.

I think your parents would be proud of you, if you don't mind me saying that. Based on what I've seen so far.

P.S. Aw, thank you. Don't worry, it's not going to be a sudden tackle hug from behind when you think nobody's around. You'll know it's me.

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

Apparently she thinks I've got half the girls in the mansion chasing after me and possibly that I'm a "player." Which, um, is not correct. And she seems to think that you will take stuff I say being playful as serious flirtation and I'll break your heart because I'm a player or whatever. But I don't think you even pick up on the stupid, vaguely flirty stuff I say or do so kind of a non-issue.

I get the protective thing, but it was sort of really offensive since it implied a lot of stuff that isn't accurate. And I really resent when someone more or less tells me to treat my friend differently because of their past. I figure if it was important you would've told me, just like if something in mine is important I'd tell you. Besides, if I treat you like you'll break how do you learn and sorta catch up to everyone else?

Thank you. That means a lot to me.

P.S. Angel tackle hugs me from behind, but she can pull it off so I only freak out until I realize it's her.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

I know you're not. Maybe she took a Waffle Harem comment a little too seriously, because of what she saw on the journals out of context? And didn't want anyone playing with me? I don't really know. Maybe tell her what you told me, and that you wouldn't hurt me. Maybe that can help a little bit.

Vaguely flirty has gone right over me, because I didn't recognize it. I hadn't really encountered it yet from anybody.

You're welcome. And thank you. I would have told you if it had ever come up, but it hadn't. I'm not upset that you know, so it's just one less thing needing to be told, even if it was a great big one. I'm not sure how you'd bring that up in casual conversation without killing it dead, anyway, so I'm grateful.

P.S. I think unless I dropped down from near the ceiling after levitating up there, I'd never be able to pull off the tackle hugs just right. That'd be a freak out for you--sudden Meggan dropping down from above.

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

I did tell her that. I'm also busy being sort of offended by her in a big way, too, though so I'm being really, really...Southern. She probably can't read Southern which is sort of the point anyway.

Figured. You can just know it's there and it goes into the "playful" category with me. If you ever figure out how to identify it then you can know it almost never means anything serious from me. (Wade's milkshake comment? He thought I was flirting with you when I was telling you to come hang out with me even if there's nothing for you to do with construction.)

Stuff like that comes up if it's important. I don't like people telling me important things about other people. It's rude. And, well, I don't think it really matters right now. Yvette seems more naive than you and she was never a tiny, fuzzy circus freak. Lots of people are sheltered or naive or whatever. You figure it out about people and don't act like a jerk about it. It's pretty simple.

P.S. Meggans falling from the sky! I guess you could always stand on a couch or a chair or something. I'm not that much taller than you. ...Why am I giving you ideas?

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

I'll talk to her, too, in a little while. See if that helps in any way at all. So angry Southern's a whole other language, huh?

Okay, I'll remember that. And thank you, again, for that.

P.S. All while resisting the urge to hum the Mission: Impossible theme and give away my position! Don't ask me, you're the one suggesting it, silly. And it's better than hiding in a cupboard or closet, waiting for you to walk by. And accidentally falling out.

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

You ever see me when I'm half awake or when someone has just woken me up and you'll realize Southern is a whole other language in general. You know how I sorta mumble half the time and I'm really soft spoken? It gets worse when I'm not trying to make sure people can understand me through the accent. Multiple word sentences get condensed down to like 3 syllables. Angry/offended/generally miffed Southern = Really, really polite and formal. It's not the only time we're polite and formal, so it's hard for the foreigners to know when we're annoyed or mad at them and when we're just actually being nice. If an older Southern lady ever says "bless your heart" you should insert "but she's dumb as rocks" in after it mentally because that's the gist of it. There's just a whole different use of language in the South. Or at least the parts of the south that aren't filled with displaced yankees and stuff.

P.S. And you'd end up falling on someone's head and it wouldn't be me and then you'd have to explain why you were hiding in the cabinet just so you could throw yourself at me. (And then I'd get more emails about being inappropriate with you, I bet.)

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

That's a whole lot better than what I was thinking. Because I was picturing you starting to sound like Foghorn Leghorn if you really got going into anger.

P.S. And nobody would believe me if I gave the excuse that I was just trying to find some long lost cereal in the very back where it just had to be. That, or it would terrify the person who was actually looking for cereal and got me dumped on them instead. What a way to wake up!

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To: [Meggan]
From: [Kevin]
Subject: Apologies

Nah, my parents weren't from that part of the South for that.

P.S. I dunno, getting a Meggan falling on you is better than most alarms. It's a lot harder to resent you than the alarm clock.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

Which part were they from? Or is that too nosy?

P.S. It would make you an even earlier riser, if you were trying to anticipate the next time someone fell on you from above. Which could be good and bad. There's also no loud buzzing noises with me.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

That's not too nosy, no. They grew up in Brooks, GA (http://www.brooksga.com/images/stories/brooks-sign09.jpg) together. So this (http://cdn.homes.com/cgi-bin/readimage/617414779) part of the South. And this</> part. The town is like 4 square miles. It's like an hour outside of Atlanta to the South.

P.S. Yeah, or you could get hoard cereal in your suite. But do you sing? Because my alarm's set to go off to music to wake me up. If you come with singing then you're going to have to go with the "but I'm cute" defense for not being resented for waking people up by falling on them. (http://img1.eyefetch.com/p/hf/716267-fe9f5341-0142-4014-a050-468fbedaff92l.jpg)

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

It looks like a very pretty place.

P.S. Not all that often, but a little bit, yeah. When I was smaller I mimicked voices just enough that I could get by with sounding like the voice of someone talking on the radio. Maybe not singing just like them, since I don't have whatever training they get to match that part.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

It is. I spent a ton of time there when I was a kid because all my grandparents still lived there. Hence the accent.

P.S. See, so just start singing when you fall on people and you can play it off like a surprise serenade!

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

That's neat.

P.S. That's brilliant. Little bit insane, but funny, and brilliant. Whoever I landed on could just think I'm having a weird moment. Or that it's Serenade and Run Day.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. I vote for Serenade and Run Day.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. So do I. I'm surprised Serenade and Run Day's not a real day already, since there's one for everything else.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. Well, you need to make it one then.

P.S.S. Since PS means "post script" are we violating sacred rules of writing by not having script that our post script is post?

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. Unofficially, maybe.

P.S.S. Possibly, but I'll never tell. Unless the "post script script" puts back into balance what the lack of a real post script upset.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. Only maybe? Darn. Here I was looking forward to having a singing Meggan fall on my head. Ruin my dreams.

P.S.S. But we still have no script to be post and now we have script that is post the post scripting and really this is a dangerous spiral that's getting out of control here.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.S. Aw, sorry.

P.S.S. The spiral would only be worse if we did a post script script script, without it being post anything. That would make the spiral completely out of control.

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.P.S.S. Like this?

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To: [Kevin]
From: [Meggan]
Subject: Apologies

P.P.S.S. Exactly like that, you big silly!