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The Gift From My Secret Santa Wasn't Anything Special. That Makes Me Sad. I Bet You Anything That Mary Elizabeth Is My Secret Santa Because Only She Would Give Me Socks.

I Just Want You To Know That You’re Very Special… And The Only Reason I’m Telling You Is That I Don’t Know If Anyone Else Ever Has.

And She Says She Wants To Expose Me To All These Great Things. And To Tell You The Truth, I Don't Really Want To Be Exposed To All These Great Things If It Means That I'll Have To Hear Mary Elizabeth Talk About All The Great Things She Exposed Me To All The Time. I Don't Understand That. I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.

I Can See It. This One Moment When You Know You’re Not A Sad Story. You’re Alive. And You Stand Up And See The Lights And The Buildings And Everything That Makes You Wonder. And You’re Listening To That Song In That Drive With The People You Love Most In This World. And In This Moment I Swear… We Are Infinite.

I Am Writing To You Because She Said You Listen And Understand And Didn't Try To Sleep With That Person At That Party Even Though You Could Have.