Dear Summer,
COME FAST. I HATE THIS SNOW! I thought I would like it when I was in tucson but it's killing me. PLEASE GO AWAY!
Dear Misty,
I love you and you know that. Even though you claw my legs, hiss at me, claw my face, bite my face, climb up on my wrists and cause scars all over.
You're the best silver tabby I could have. BUT PLEASE STOP PUTTING -MY- SHOES INTO YOUR LITTERBOX, AND OTHER THINGS THAT YOU FIND LAYING AROUND ON THE PORCH! IT'S MAKING ME MAD!!!
Dear Self. Why don't you want to go to bed? You can go to bed, you don't have trouble sleeping. But you refuse to go to bed. What is wrong with you?? *cries*![]()
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