Dear New Orleans,
I can’t give you anything but love, baby. That’s the one thing I have plenty of, my baby.
Kisses,
Maitri
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Dear New Orleans,
I can’t give you anything but love, baby. That’s the one thing I have plenty of, my baby.
Kisses,
Maitri
Many, many x’s and o’s right backatcha, shayna maideleh.
Y’all travel safe, now.
Happy trails, love. When you get to Ohio, remember what my mama told me when I was spending three years in Ohio: “Make groceries where the black people shop.” I followed that advice, and found my red beans, my Tabasco, and my Zatarain’s.
Bye Maitri! Take care of yourself! Good luck!
Your parents named you well. Goodbye, my friend. Be happy & live large.
That’s one of the classiest departures I’ve ever witnessed, girl! Take good care of each other and know that we all wish you the best — xok.
See you soon.