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April 22, 2010

Kristin: You hated when I called you Krissy, until I wouldn’t stop, then you tolerated it, and if I dare say, even liked it. From the night on my porch on the Fourth of July when you cleaned up the fried chicken ground into the carpet by our hooligan friends, and then listened to my tales of woe, to your feigned interest in my theory of multicolored highlighters, you have always supported my twisted view of the world. I have no filters for you and I love that.

Krissy, I will never forget that the world revolves around you.