Dear Heather:

[nikinphila]

I couldn’t sleep tonight because I kept thinking about was you. How you are sick and I can not do anything to help you. That must sound strange because we have not spoken in years; but I still think of you often, mostly old memories. When I think about growing up, I think about growing up with you. Making up dances in my back yard for Mrs. Alt

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[jenfoldsfive]

is this the heather i'm thinking of? and if it is, what the hell is going on?