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Dear Fäika,
Wordlessly Ian sat there. 4, maybe 5 hours I waited to watch TV.  Did I mention he also was coveting the remote? After he changed everything was normal again, but like, in that way that nothing will ever be normal again.

~ Chris 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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Dear Faïka,

Ian called out from work today.

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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Dear Faïka,

I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace.

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

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Dear Faïka,

I can’t tell if this is creepier if Ian knows that I’m home or if he doesn’t.

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 


 

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  Dear Fäika,

I don’t sit on that part of the couch anymore. 

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 


 

IMG_4667Dear Fäika,

It happened again. 

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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Dear Fäika,
People didn’t respond well when I sent this out as our holiday card, but oh man… WHAT A HOLIDAY. Lent was Cray-zee that year.

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 


 

IMG_4670Dear Fäika,

I don’t know who took this photo of Ian. No one else was in the house. 

 ~ Chris 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 


 

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Dear Fäika,
Ian thinks this is a sport.

 

~ Chris