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A letter from Randy VIII to Randy VII




To my big brother:

How about that thunderstorm last night? The babies weren't bothered a bit, but poor Sugar didn't want to leave my side until it got quiet again. I had been looking through some old family photos earlier that day, and it reminded me of how I always used to run to you when I got scared. And that hasn't changed; I know I can still come to you whenever I need someone to talk to, to cry on, to tell me it's OK. And I do. You've always taken care of me. So if I haven't actually said it by now, I want to say thank you for that. I know I'm not really big on the mushy stuff, but I'm sure you already know how much I love you. You were my first crush, you always knew what to say or what to do, and you never left me no matter how hard things got. I wasn't always easy to deal with, and I doubt I ever will be. I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble and I've been plenty volatile and mean--even to you. But you stayed right there and loved me no matter what I did. I don't know how I got so lucky. You're the best brother anyone could ask for, and that's why you're my favorite. It feels weird for someone like me to say, but I've always felt safe when I'm around you. I guess even soldiers and killers need a hand to hold sometimes. You're sweet as can be, but you're a lot of fun. You're one of the best friends I've ever had and that's never going to change. When you got sick and I thought I was going to lose you, I can't even tell you how afraid I was. For that instant, it was as if all my years of training had never happened. I wasn't a soldier or a killer... I was Baby Boy and I needed to be with my Number Seven. Even Dad couldn't hold me back. I would have done anything for you, and you know I still will. I'd like to think that you can count on me, if you ever need me, just as I've always been able to count on you. We're all lucky to have you. I love you, big brother. I love you to the red sun and back again.
...By the way, now that it's getting warmer, I think you and I are about due for another trip to the beach. One with a little better ending than last time... but we can still steal any gumbo we find. Maybe we'll bring Antimony and Bert along to show them how it's done!
See you soon.

XOXO,
Randy VIII