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Dear Condor,
Happy belated birthday! I decided to wait a few days to send you my next
letter, so it could be after the party, but you ought to already know that,
since I sent you the custom read receipt about it immediately after
receiving your last one. This was a really good reason to use that system,
so thank you for coming up with it. The party went great on my end. We had
food and cake, and everybody was wearing the same thing. That’s right, I
decided to pass along your cool, fashionable garment design to all invitees,
and encouraged them to print and wear one of the options themselves. The
garment fabricator liked them a lot herself, so it was her idea to really
lean into the theme. She was there too, along with several other people. I’m
sorry if I gave you the impression that I didn’t have anyone to invite, or
that I didn’t have any friends in general. We’re in fairly cramped quarters
for logistical and practical reasons, so everyone knows pretty much
everyone. I don’t like them all, and they don’t all like me, but we get
along pretty well. We have to, or it could lead to catastrophe. Animosity
does not mix well with a planetary base on an airless world. One person gets
mad at another, and decides to open an airlock out of anger, and it’s bye
bye half the living people on Vacuus. No, we obviously compartmentalize the
sections, but you get what I mean. We place great emphasis on counseling and
mental health. So I do have friends. It’s true that I never developed
relationships as strong as the ones I sometimes see on TV, but I would still
consider them my friends. I don’t know why I’ve never talked about them to
you, but they were there, and we had fun. Who else was at yours? We don’t
really do much with constellations here, so we’re not all that familiar. We
found Libra, and everyone looked at it, trying to figure out why they’re
called “the scales”. It wasn’t until someone had the bright idea to turn the
image slightly then we were all, like, “ooooohhh. Kinda!” It was fun,
though, and I thought of you the whole time. I wish we could have been in
the same room. How did it go on your end?
All partied out and not alone,
Corinthia
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