December 2010
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Dear Jackson Q. Stanley,
Merry Christmas.
Once you were a major part of my life, and I never thought I’d have to wake up knowing I couldn’t talk to you. Knowing that you wouldn’t respond to anything I said.
But that day has come. It’s been here for a while.
and I hate it. I still hate it. You were always my go-to guy when I needed advice. I always loved working my problems out with you.
I guess...