First, let's get the good news out of the way; the arsonist that was in our neighborhood is moving, which means that there's only a 20% chance that someone's home will go up in smoke over the course of the holiday week.

Second, everything else;

I've come to accept that I cannot trust certain people. That they can twist words around and turn a relationship sour no matter what. I've learned that anyone can lie to your face, no matter what you've done in the past, and no matter what sort of person they've been. I'm never getting my tablet back, I'm never going to keep the good memories alive, and I'm not going to be able to trust most people at this rate.

Whoever has my box now, and I refuse to call anyone out due to a lack of evidence, may they enjoy my tablet, my trading cards, and my menorah. And one small pinkie pie, if whoever sent the box told the truth in the first place.

May those I've lived with enjoy their new relationships, and their bright futures.

Hindert hayzer zol er hobn, in yeder hoyz a hindert tsimern, in yeder tsimer tsvonsik betn un kadukhes zol im varfn fin eyn bet in der tsveyter.