When I was little you came over every day just to sit me down on the couch and pointed out all of my flaws, your flaws, and the flaws of the world around me. I always listened quietly, nodded sweetly, and walked away screaming, "I hate you." Only now do I realize what you were doing. There was so much more love in those arguments than in anything else anyone has ever said to me.
Thank you.
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