Dear pack-rat me,
Thank you for holding onto all of your old birthday cards. I found the sweetest, most loving letter from my dad in one from 2009 when cleaning up recently. Let me tell you: waterworks. In the very best kind of way.
Dear massaged kale salad,
Yum. You are my new favorite dish.
Dear three beers,
Oh geez, now even you guys can give me a hangover?
Dear crazy landlord,
The ginormous leak on the first floor is not coming from any sort of shower-related puddles seeping through a tiled floor and ceiling. Your laws of physics befuddles me.
Dear NYC marathon,
OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG.
P.S. Please also let my friend Geoffrey in so we can run together.
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