Mr. Gage wrote:
"But... but... it meant nothing to me. Nothing, I tell you!
Ohhhh, sure. Accuse me. Blame me. Say I was weak, that I'm at the mercy of my mouse. As though I was lacking in something. I see the way you are. It's so easy for you, isn't it?
But have you thought about my needs, here? That other board has an EDIT button, for one thing. I'd hate to point out a weakness you're so keen on ignoring, but sometimes a man wants to edit his posts after he's made them. Is that so horrible?
And I can use HTML. I can add pictures! Pictures! Can you even imagine? The thrill, the freedom...
Oh, don't look at me like that. Don't--
I mean, please... you can't...
I...
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't be like that. I'll... I'll do better. I'll be around more. I promise. Just please, forgive me. Can you find it in your heart to do that? To try, at least?
I'm not the message-board poster I was, you know. Things change. After all, you're not the message board you were. But you still mean so much to me... I hope we can find our way through this.
No -- I know we will. We're too good together to give it up now. It'll be an adjustment. A compromise. Some changes need making, that's all.
Give me another chance?"
