Apology for an Apple, the Mist & Well

Annie,

I apologies for the apple during the play. It isn't easy to explain and it wasn't intended to bring physical harm to anyone. What it did was create much stress and for that I am sorry. I tend to a garden every now and then but I never look to embarrass anyone. All I'm trying to say is that there is confindence and then there is adrenaline. I throw all my cards on the table and wonder where I might find a connection between the King and the Queen. For example, maybe the Jack is a worthless dweeb? Or, maybe the Jack is the helpful stead, ready to pursue to his grave that which will help to support the team. The three share such a grand connection, who am I to hold jealousy of the Captain? Who am I to think negative of a male driven by masculinity who's hormones are flaring as wide as his nostrils? Who am I to be convinced that an apple in the well at a precise moment would help to heal the entire audience, relieving stress from all who witnessed? All the King's horses and all the Queen's maiden's wouldn't amount to the apologies that you deserve from me, for all the confusion that was brought upon you and your associations, all the blame for the emotions involved with the performing arts, and all the misery brought on the performer who the apple almost hit. I beg to find out his e-mail address or phone number so that I may contact him and may apologies to him as well.

May this message find you well,

Zealous Captain R

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