One of the first things I like to do in the morning, after I wiggle around on the bed, and then wiggle around on a mat smiling at a bunch of fuzzy animals, is check my email. That's what I'm doing here. I can't type, or dictate, so I just think of things really hard and my dad types them. Here I'm trying to get him to write one to a bear I saw on the highway last month. I miss that bear and I feel bad that we almost ran him over. So I thought an email would be a nice gesture.
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