We complain, take for granted, push and scream... Never realizing the precious gift we are endangering with our selfish actions. We want more, we want it now, we bemoan our fates loudly and wring our hands and push.
We love you, David. We love your characters. We love the options and choices and angst and tears.
We complain because we are human and want more, not because we don't appreciate what you did.
Forgive us our failings, and surely we shall forgive you yours.





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