...Meg, my beloved, I would try to give you concrit on how elegantly you sketched out the Building-that-had-been-Main's existential woe, or the way that you so masterfully depicted subxtual yearning across vast distances, or the way that you made order out of the chaos of interoffice bureaucracy, but I've had way too much vanilla vodka for that, so instead you get this:

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(ad infinitum)

*marries your brain*

And in other, unrelated news! HAPPY EARLY ANNIVERSARY-OF-EXPULSION-FROM-THE-WOMB, MEG OH MY MEG. :-D