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Dear Crayola Seafoam Green,
I am writing to apologize and ask your forgiveness for treating you badly for so many years. I never muttered a word of my disdain aloud, but being the sensitive crayon you are, you most likely sensed my dislike of you. It's taken me years to come to the realization this was unfair of me. It was really not very nice that I allowed you maybe one or two strokes on a page before retiring you to the top left hand corner of my annual Christmas box of Crayolas. For reasons I am just recently mature enough to own up to, I thought you lacking in depth, a little too flighty and often smelling of moth balls. I never saw your beauty, your intelligence, or that cute loopy smile of yours. But I am happy to report after some serious soul searching and years of hue therapy, I have finally stumbled upon the root of my disdain. It wasn't you, dear SFG, it was my mother's 1950's electrolux vacuum cleaner, AKA the pig as my sisters and I tagged "it" Yes, the loud, Saturday cartoon interuptus beast. The mothballs you ask? Mother would often toss a few into it's stomach to cover the earthy dog hair smell our pets left behind. So you see, dear one, it wasn't you at all. I believe I am on the road to recovery by making amends with you in a more formal way. Amends by writing this public apology but also by befriending you on Facebook. YES! I stumbled upon your happy band of friends, here and am joining in the joy of celebrating your beauty. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you can find it in your sweet waxy heart to forgive me. I am proud to say there isn't a color in the universe I don't embrace. Well... to be completely transparent, I am working on my relationship with mauve. Superficial is what always come to mind when it asserts itself on me at the thrift store. It may have something to do with Ronald Reagan and the mid '80's, I'm not too sure. I will work on it. I promise.
With respect and great affection,
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