I'm sorry I call you at ridiculous hours of night. Just because it's a little too dark for comfort. And I'm a little too out of it to be alone, under a brilliant guise of "it's fine, guys, I'll be just fine." But you're there for me. You're starting to be able to tell when I'm not okay. I love the way you keep me level. The way you're getting better at comforting. The way you listen and give advice when advice is almost the last thing I want at the moment. Just the way you are. Thanks for being there.
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