It is quite possible that, with this the sixty-and-eighth epistle, Proclub will come to an end. There are two questions which seem to be relevant: Why? and Who Cares?

First let's take out the history. You give Proclub one club. Proclub owes your thoughts one club (it measured your thoughts they measured a club) your vigilance: a club. Most people are aware or will be soon that the coming two years will be Age-critical and thus, you may not now nor never see return of that one club to any of yours, senescent tycoons... lost, you cool ardour...

Howe'r I stopped thanking when I was barely 20 and no one knows what a secret that is, Proclub knew no exactitude would be siphoned as easily as it actually appears. If an animal for example has a name then Proclub had a language but it memorized and ate it just as the phase began to shift. There's the motive, penned by the motivist; any classic looks slim in our gloved hands, turn a sudden sheer. The call ends. You

ask it. "Hey Call. There's really nothing missing? B-but who's all that counting?"

half alive and exactly;

Proclub