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Dear Innernet,

Do you want to come over for a sleepover this weekend?

We could braid each other's hair and debate whether Tommy or Joey has THE cutest forehead in the whole town.

We could tell scary stories after midnight while eating ice cream because my mom's freezer is always stocked with at least three different flavors.

And we could call every 7667 phone number and ask them if they knew their number spelled "poop."

If that isn't a big selling point, I don't know what is.

But you see, Innernet, I am hearting you in the biggest way tonight.

Not in that creepy obsessing why haven't you called me in the last fifteen minutes kind of way, but in the shoulder punching and in-jokes kind of way.

Because while my home computer is fried and I am beginning to scare coworkers and volunteers with all of the yelling at inanimate objects and talking to myself and angry eyebrows and giant absence of laughter, ya'll really stepped up to the plate with my demand for cheer and made my day a bit brighter.

High fives all around,
Valette