Dear,

see back of photograph

Little parts of me are leaving and hurting and healing over and becoming something else, becoming a stronger part of me, memories forever etched into my soul, moments reenacted for eternity, and tremendous pride swelling throughout my spirit.

  • I hope you never smoke that cigarette, Mike.
  • I still listen to that tape.
  • Yes, I was excited for Conan O’Brien.
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