"Dear Father:
As I am writing this, I am speaking in a British accent.
I think you are swell.
Love,
The Best Daughter Ever
(Cinderella) :) "
So funny. Or perhaps it is not, and it just seems that way because I am up at 2 in the morning with a bad headache, bad cramps, and spending my sleepless night sorting through the pile of papers we call the computer desk.
Top 'o the mornin' to ya. Cheerio.
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