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Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo, a holiday I can neither celebrate anymore (damn gastroenterologist has me on the wagon, so ixnay on the equilatay) or desire to celebrate (since when is armed defense of bankruptcy a good thing?).

But.

To the woman who makes my lunch every morning, the woman with whom I've shared fifteen years of my life, seven of them married, well, thanks for putting up with me. I love you, still, so much.

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