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I didn’t want employees. I started this place in my own, and I've been doing this for years by myself. And I feel like every day I should be resenting Delta just a little bit more for insisting I need help here

And I know this would never be your first choice to work, or even be, if it weren’t for her. Busy, chaotic in a quiet sort of way that’s totally out of your control, lots of idiots. And you’re not Delta’s biggest fan either!

But, for whatever reason, she saw something we’d never let ourselves see. And we're both somehow too stubborn and too much of pushovers to ever say no to her.

And every day, I find myself more and more grateful for that. It’s hard to explain, but having you in my life just makes me feel safer. Not necessarily externally (though you Are fucking awesome at fending off assholes), but just in the sense of. I know both of us are fucked, we’re both coming at each other with depressing pasts we try to convince each other aren’t that bad. But just knowing that someone can know all this horrid shit about me, and still keep coming back to work the next day with that same exact face of neutrality, still ready to say something stupidly snarky under your breath that always catches me off guard and stays in my mind until I write it down that night. That’s something I’ve never had before. Everyone loves bubbly, slightly autistic in a fun way customer service Pawva. You’re the first (who isn’t required by blood) in my life who likes being around the other part of me. And…