Multiples

Dear nine years I spent learning French,

I started reading this blog. I love the history of languages and learning why people choose certain words over others, but I find myself (idiom! yay!) having to translate everything in my head. It's just frustrating - I wonder if I wasted my time.

Love,
Jane

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Dear guys playing guitar as you drove down the highway,



Welcome to Austin. I think you'll fit in well here.

Love,
Jane

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Dear painting I made for my mom for her birthday,



I don't think she really liked you. But I will try again.

Love,
Jane

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Dear UT Band,

I wish you would let the Rice M.O.B. play at football games rather than always making the Rice game "Alumni Band Weekend." The M.O.B. is way more entertaining than most marching bands. Besides, it's nice to be able to laugh at yourself once in a while.

This was kinda cool, though:

Love,
Jane

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Dear Valentino,

I know it was probably stressful to have your tank moved upstairs to my office area. But please don't die. I like you.



Love,
FishMom (aka Jane)

P.S. Yes, that is a Neil Diamond CD below the fish tank. I also stole my parents' vinyl Neil Diamond albums. Don't judge me.