July 17th - Jaime

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July 17th, 2011.

Dear Bluebird,

Okay, Mrs. Picky. Gosh. I’m not that judgmental! I just want to see some of your work. I’m not very patient, either. I don’t like waiting. Hurry up, woman! C’mon! I can’t wait!

The bandana is in the envelope. Wear it every day. It’s a little piece of me for you there in the hot summers of Florida. Take good care of it, darling. It’ll forever remind you of me. (That and that stupid bear Vic sent you a few months ago. Sappy motherfucker.)

That’s so sweet. Did you tell him that when you met him? I’m sure he would’ve appreciated it greatly. Did he give you a hug? Did he sign something for you? If not, I could get something signed for you and sent it out there if you want. I’ll also kick his ass because that’s just plain rude.

Me either! Well, Mike might. He’s the “tough guy” who doesn’t like “girly shit.” Pssh. I’m not buying it.

Lots of love, your “Jamie,”

Taco.

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