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Dear xxxxxxx, (or should I say Beensley Sprout?)

I don't understand you, but that doesn't mean I love you any less. And understand me - I love you. Sooo much. I give you a hard time, but only because I'm trying to get a reaction out of you, to help me understand you better - I want to know what makes you tick, I feel like I more or less get everybody else in the family, but you elude me...it didn't used to be that way, though. I remember having so much fun playing plastic animals & such with you...and really, that's how I'll always remember you. No matter what, I will always love you! Unconditionally. If you ever have a problem you feel like you can't tell anybody else, I will help you. That's what big sisters are for - we make the pain go away. Don't hesitate to call on me to beat somebody up - you probably don't think I could, but I don't play by the rules. Anything for my baby sister (; In a way, you're kind of like the daughter I'll never have, so give me a chance, let me help you, let me in. I feel like we probably have a lot more in comon than you think. When you...well to quote that one song, "I wanna be there when you get stoned on a quiet (something) stormy afternoon..." And oh, by the way, I have mad respect for your musical taste...I don't like all of it, but I respect your choices.

Love,
xxxxxxx


** by the way the song is Car by Brand New **