Yes, I vaguely remember, when I was 8 years old, we were living in Guadalajara, Mexico for one year, while my parents were attending language school, and during that time I met a few people who as it turns out never had any future role in my future life, because anyway we all went in a variety of direcdtions and our paths never again crossed, and there was no reason for me to apologize for that. Goodbye!
Sort of weird that some strange guy who married horrible her, for which he has only himself to blame, not my problem, would be trying to attach me to his private life, as a sort of three-wheeled vehicle or similar Mormon-like schemata. I actually have no connection whatever to his Blackiestan house. I wash my hands of that. I have no idea why there would be anything more to say about that.
