...why this kid is pretty much my favorite.
Upon finding out that I was frustrated by people: Who's being a booger? I have a marshmallow shooter...
Our simple tastes, like this: "Ma'am, why are you running into a cotton field?"
This entire exchange...
Danielle: Marry Me. Do you understand that nobody else in my life understands this except for you? Please don't die.
Me: This is why you're my favorite. This too....
This New Year's Exchange...
M: already am 
This September, we will have been friends for 20 years, despite only living in the same place for three of those years. Insanity. How cute were we? How we've grown! Love you, D!
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