I love you.
I love you more when I don't have a deadline looming and have to use you to catch up and prepare, but I know that's not your fault.
I love you more when I don't have to spend part of you doing yard work and cleaning gutters, too. But that's not your fault, either.
I'm still glad you're here. Stay a while, would ya?
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Please don't make me cry.