A few letters…

Dear Lady in the parking garage elevator at Bellevue Square on Saturday,

Thank you for knowing that I was pregnant and not fat, I love you.

xoxoxo,
Kelsey

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Dear guy picking his nose and swerving into my lane on the freeway,

Yuck. And please don’t make me die for such a stupid reason.

Drive careful,
Kelsey

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Dear Midwife who told me to eat more food,

You are the best. I raise this Oreo as a toast in your honor.

Fully,
Kelsey

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Dear Group Health Parking Lot architect,

You need to go back to school and try again.

Those spots wouldn’t fit Geos,
Kelsey