Wow, what a Debbie Downer ending to my first batch. Actually, reading the whole thing over makes me feel a bit maudlin. I really wasn’t kidding when I said that I have a hard time writing things that are positive and inspiring, I’m always afraid of drifting into sentimentality. I also wasn’t kidding about living with the guilt of being a part of Cleo’s demise. But finally writing that down and re-reading it makes me realize that I have changed. I would never agree to do that for a friend today, not unless it was absolutely the only option left.