https://www.facebook.com/reel/2256612791399935 You sent me a reel the other day, with all caps saying LISTEN PLEASE, so I did. I do. If I must let you go, I will, in time; but it will not be easy, and I will not do so without a fight. You, and your sour apple crayons, have become a part of my soul, and letting go will mean letting a part of myself go as well. But, as I’ve already said, if I must, I will.

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