I hear - and I understand.

I know that you are feeling sad and alone. It's PID...Post Iyanlac Depression. It may seem like a cruel cosmic joke...spending the most enriching days of your life with an emissary of the gods, and then...POOF...I'm gone! I'm sorry baby bird, I had to nudge you out of the nest. Of course, I wasn't expecting you to do a dead drop to the ground. So, flap around in the dirt for a while and kick up a little dust. Eventually, you'll have to get going and FLY! I have other losers to nurse.

Oh, you understand that I cannot give you my new, private, unlisted phone number, right? If you put my number in your cell phone memory and you lost the phone...well, can I tell you what a disaster that would be? My number would be the hottest commodity on the west coast.

Feel free to call NBC and leave your number though.

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