[he had wondered, with no shortage of anxiety, where you were, Mike-xiansheng! and is therefore relieved to see his message arrive. some tension he hadn't even realized he was carrying in his shoulders goes out of him; one less absence to worry over.]
Thank you, xiansheng.
[perhaps he should try wearing some of those feelings on the outside for once? it seems that bottling everything up inside and never allowing the light to get to any of it has not done him any favours.]
I am pleased to hear from you again, even under sad circumstances.
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