Dear DJ,

You emailed me today for the first time in months. The subject read "the perfect father's day gift."

It's a few weeks away from Father's Day.

I clicked the link, which led to hairy legs in ass-less chaps. It was funny and I laughed, but I couldn't suppress the longing expanding my insides and melting my outsides, a marshmallow we put in the microwave in middle school.

We're doin' well though, DJ. I think. Me and you.

- MJ


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