This year’s slot you were shoved into managed to be a masterpiece-
I’d argue it until I die.
It gave me a new lease on life, though not my own.
My darling demonic animal was beloved more that night than usual, yet just the right amount.
God, it was inspiring, not only with that-
Your role may have been snarky and what the protagonist pushed against-
But, God, was she charming!
If it hadn’t been for that contribution my tears would’ve merely fallen without anything to catch them or console my pained chambers.
Without humor, tragedy just leaves a person feeling empty.
All the tragic things I love have a Carol of some sort.
You gave the show something magnificent, for the less hipster-ish in the crowd to latch onto, as the creation grabbed hold of us.
You had my heart.
Carol is my favorite-
I oughtn’t play favorites, but she is.
She might not be what you longed for, but you gave her the sort beauty that show needed.
She had redemption, and that is just as beautiful as stepping outside or Gal’s letting go.
Beautiful in a subtle way, but I saw it.
I saw it-
And Carol is my favorite thus far.
But knowing you, she’s just the beginning.
You deserve to be whomever you want.
And I can only hope, someday you’ll have that character in your possession.
And it will be glorious.
It will be.
Considering what you did with her!
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