




I don't see Jo enough.
I love her to pieces, for all her greatness and imperfection alike. 12 years of fantubulous friendship and we're still evolving together.
There's the realization that as you grow older, your social circle whittles itself until only the the most important people remain and you learn to treasure them as the most precious things in your life.
In sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow- tested by fire and purified as gold. You are the star to my bucks!
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