Dear Right Leg, Knee Through Hip,
I love you dearly. I couldn't live my life without you. Seriously, I couldn't. There would be no stairs, no running, no walking, no standing.
But, can you do me a favor? Can you get over this crazy rejection thing you're doing? Please?
It would be great. I would be able to drive, to play my bass clarinet, and to sleep. And that studying thing.
'Brigada.
--Annie