Dear City of New York,
Thank you for dropping that $100,000 fine against my boyfriend. You sure stressed us out.
P.S. You are incompetent.
Dear crispy-juicy red grapes,
I simply can't get enough of you.
Dear building on McCarren,
I love that you trap snowflakes on your glass awning. It always makes me stop and marvel at the beauty in the world.
Dear girls with high heels in the snow,
What are you thinking?
Dear time,
Please slow down, so my sweet egg of father can walk me down the aisle and kiss his yet-to-be-born grandkids. You're making me nervous.
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