A, J, and R,
Let me be the ache that makes you laugh, dear sisters and friends. I will make you this promise: As long as you know me, you will be loved.
You three have no concept for how much you will be missed and how I have grown from your friendship and love. My heart is full to the breaking point. You are cherished.
Love in its purest form,
me
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