he didn’t realize

The weekend is passing effectively. It's somehow Sunday morning... I sufficiently cycled another 24 hours of crying and sleeping. In my latest emergency call to David to cry about the luthier; he brought forward a new theory to my present state of disarray. "I don't think he realized..." What David was referring to with the "realize" bit, I believe, are my eccentricities. He reckons that perhaps the luthier didn't realize I'm quite... so......
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