RSSexcerpt from Emails to Jennifer Lee
May 17
420, About My Dead Best Friend No Comments
Your brother saved my life. Everything that I create has a part of his mind in it. If I ever find myself in a position of great wealth or power, your family will never have another sleepless night of worry.
Unfortunately, I’ll most likely be poor forever. It’s the thought that counts.
Just don’t torture yourself, Jen. That’s the one thing Sang wished he could change about you. He used to always say, “I wish my sister would just be nicer to herself. That would be awesome.”
It’s still a good plan, I think.
Love, C
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