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Dear self,
Fiona Apple - Slow Like Honey is not a song to write violence to.
Dear family,
Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was. People change.
I get that you liked the old me better. I get it. I do. But the "old me" hasn't been around for at least two years. Possibly more.
"Old Katie" leave town go bye bye not come back.
Please stop ranting about how much you miss "Old Katie."
Dear Shoulder Aoshi,
I know you're voracious. You're still going to have problems keeping up with Misao. And I'm still going to laugh.
Fiona Apple - Slow Like Honey is not a song to write violence to.
Dear family,
Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was. People change.
I get that you liked the old me better. I get it. I do. But the "old me" hasn't been around for at least two years. Possibly more.
"Old Katie" leave town go bye bye not come back.
Please stop ranting about how much you miss "Old Katie."
Dear Shoulder Aoshi,
I know you're voracious. You're still going to have problems keeping up with Misao. And I'm still going to laugh.
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Shoulder Aoshi is quite lolarious. There's a reason I let him sit on my shoulder so often. (He's kinda judgmental, too. It's really funny.)