In my short life, I have had my equal share of turncoats and traitors. It seems that every one I encounter is worse than the last. Some I have managed to forgive and I now communicate with to at least some extent. Some, I shall never speak to again. The latest, I have yet to decide. It has been six months since our last contact, though I was promised a communique which never came. This traitor lived with me for a period of time and left a lot of personal crap behind for me to deal with. Though I could have simple burned this pile of junk, which would have been oh so satisfying for me, I decided it was the decent thing to do, to return