dear william b. van sickle,you went by bj, but i don't tell people that because if i did, they would laugh, and i would clench my fists until my fingernails drew blood. so you remain william b. van sickle to me. you were my best and greatest childhood friend, and i'm really not just saying that. i was seven, you were ten. my parents got divorced ( Read more... )

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