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Thanks, Dad. Thanks for being there when I fell and broke my wrist. I asked you for a ride to the hospital and you told me to drive myself. Thanks for choking me out when you were drunk. Thanks for discouraging every idea I've ever had. Thanks for beating the shit out of me. Thanks for calling the cops on me. Thanks for wrecking my car on my 17th birthday because you were drunk. Thanks for being drunk, too. I love when you yell at me. Thanks for not coming to my only graduation. Oh, you too, Mom. Thanks for ruining pretty much any relationship I've had. Thanks for running your big fucking mouth off. Thanks, Dad. You really deserve this day, right?
Sincerely, ShelbyAnne.
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