Dear Cathy,
You are an art in progress. Really. I want to visit your beaches and shake your real palm trees. But that said, I will never again ask you for a small favor. It was just too much last time I called your home and you refused to get your husband who was my friend. You told me that I was "crazy" because I think I called you a few times too many. Cathy my dear, I never found you to be much of a conversation that I can remember but you did have a way with words. I pass the gavel and hope that you dont use it to rip a crab leg off a friend. Thanks my dear. Have fun in the hot Texas sun!
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