My dearest Dekar,
I miss you terribly. Who am I supposed to drink under the table now? I miss all the fun we had together, all the arm wrestling battles I beat you at, all the times I drank circles around you, all the burping contests I smoked you at. Well maybe you won a few of those… I hope you’re accomplishing whatever goals you were reaching for, wherever you landed. Maybe you can fix something on that end. Nothing is permanent, I hope we meet again.
Your friend, Rowan /|\