I was sure I had a firm grip on it a few seconds ago, but it appears to have escaped me. My finger tips burn from this cursed laptop, and my eyes droop because I'm searching for something too intensely. And one can point their shrivel finger at me and accuse me of excessively perverse behavior. But once I get my guaranty for the future, once I know I can erase a moment in time where I led myself astray and exchange it for one more pleasant, then I'll settle down and sew my lips shut. Promise.