Lucky for you, I've had time to move past you and your little gang offing me, love. Amazing what being trapped in a small town for two years can do for one's emotional well-being. To be honest, I assumed it'd be the opposite, but here I am. Capable of forgiveness. Sort of. It's a modern day bloody miracle.
I'm alive so no real complaints at the moment. How are you, little witch? Besides confused and disappointed that little list is going to sit on the back burner for an undisclosed amount of time.