Dear Simone,
I found my “Gary” pot. Gary was a little fat palm tree I had. Looked like a pineapple. My favorite guy. Gary dried up, I just don’t have a green thumb. Gary had a deep meaning. Gary the snail from Spongebob. The smartest one around. I like trees, not plants.
When Hammy passed I just couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t believe it. I grabbed some dirt and filled the bottom. Then I caressed him and held him. Oh, Hammy. Why? I wrapped him in some sparkly tissue paper. He looked happy, at peace. A little angel. I should have taken one last picture of him.
No more kissies, no more hugs, no more love.
I turned the pot around and wrote “Hammy.” He deserves to be tattooed on me. I’ll never let him go.
Dear Simone 
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