i might not tell you enough. what with the chore list and the please turn your light off and the my god, do not put your dirty fingers on my walls. but you are...in so many ways. these days, i love how much you are loving reading. behind your closed door i can picture you furrowing your brow, trying to sound out words like "exceptionally" and "futuristic" and "cumberbund." i want to go in and wrap my arms around you and share these thoughts but i know this time is your time. it marks the beginning of your unfettered flight. go, go sweet bird. spread your wings and fly.
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