Carrier

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Sun. Nov. 13, 2005 - 3:36 in the P.M.

When my ears heard you say, "and we'll deal with it," my stomach flipped, my shoulders relaxed, and any semblance of panic was gone. We, we, we, we. I could get used to hearing that.

Sincerely,
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p.s. Maybe I'm that easy.