Dear DJ,

I've written you a lot of emails. You'd think I'd start runnin' out of things to say. Or maybe not, I donno.

I don't care.

I just wanted you to know, things are going better for us. I think, for a bit, we were bright red fall leaves! But at some point in time, we were plucked by a third grader, and put into his scrapbook. Stuck between plastic pages in a binder, we just grew more bitter, ya know?

But now we're doing pretty well. Winter's over. It's spring! Literally! Not just metaphorically, like that stupid red leaves crap.

But metaphorically too!

I don't know. I guess I just wanted to tell you, I think we're going to be okay. That we are okay, and that we'll continue being okay.



- MJ


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