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we both love her, who does more is a question of stupidity, and there are certain moments that I look at him and he looks at me and we both understand that we both love her, and that who does more is not measurable nor necessary, and that she's one of the most lovable creatures we've known. 

may you, your water hands and thin, winter branches of wrists always stay with us.