Apology Letters to Friend.
Repeating the Number 67

Okay, I owe you a big apology for turning our conversations into a one-man show starring “67.” I realize I’ve been that annoying friend who can’t stop saying the same number over and over like it’s some kind of secret code or inside joke that only I’m in on. I get that it’s probably been driving you nuts, and honestly, I’m sorry for being that guy. I didn’t think about how it might make you feel—like I wasn’t really listening or that I was just messing around at your expense. That’s totally on me. You deserve better than to have to dodge my weird number obsession every time we hang out. To make it right, I’m officially banning myself from saying “67” unless it’s absolutely necessary (like math emergencies or lottery picks). I’ll also try to pay way more attention to what you’re actually saying instead of turning into a broken record. And if I slip up, feel free to call me out—no mercy. If you want to talk about it more or just need a break from my number nonsense, I’m here. Thanks for putting up with me so far—I really value our friendship and want to keep it strong without the 67 soundtrack.