So tonight, Kim is researching my cancer on the internet.
"So what are you making me for dinner tonight?" Surely, it's her turn to cook and I'm having an overwhelming need to be pampered.
"What?"
"Chinese food, something crispy and fried."
"What?!"
"You're going to cure my cancer, but I'm going to die of starvation."
"You suck."
Crap. She's in the kitchen cutting up vegetables. Healthy food, no yummy garbage for me tonight.
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Dear Ross,
I am so sorry to hear about this, buddy. My heart is with you. It's hard for me to imagine you seriously ill, and I can scarcely imagine what it must be like for you and Kim, having to accept the fact. You have no choice, you just have to face it. I wish I was there to help out (although, I'd probably just annoy you and get in the way). Next time I write, I'll try to think of something funny or off-colour to say. I just want you to know that, despite the fact that we have hardly seen each other for many years, you remain one of the most important people in my life. You are a great friend, but you also showed me, in those formative years, that it was alright to not be normal. You widened my horizons when it really mattered, opening my mind to music, books, silliness and non-conformity. Where would I be without you? Rod
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