so, despite what I say to people
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that I love having my own room
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that I love no more wet bathroom floors
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that I love no more toothpaste and hair gel smeared across the sink
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that I love no more petty arguments about nothing
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that I love no more evil eye when I beat you to the shower in the early morning
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that I love no more digs about my goals to lose weight, skip every morning for five minutes or stop eating chocolate, that just never seem to come through
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that I love no more rolled eyes and sighs of exasperation when I announce my latest imagination adventure
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that I love no more ganging up with Lizzie and having a "let's make fun of Sam day"
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and that I love being able to put my special treats in the fridge or cupboard, without having them mysteriously disappear
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yes. despite all this.
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I miss you.
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Your last email made me smile, and I am very proud of you and what you are doing.
I envy your oppurtunities to meet new people, and to experience such a different culture.
I laughed how you attached a special side note to Casper, telling him you missed him because there were no dogs there you could safely pat without risk of disease. You're pretty funny sometimes, I'll admit. ;)
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I love you, brother.
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(Photo courtesy of Lisa King)