We prayed for you tonight, and I should have been focusing on your discernment, but my mind wandered to your fuzzy purple blanket. I have written a letter in which I offer to send it wherever directed, and I will happily do so, but I will confess that a small part of me hopes you don't want it.
A greedy part.
I love you, my dear little sis.
You and your blanket.
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