"she is fierce and first to defend me in my moment of trouble or need. her wit and laughter sustain me and never come at my expense. and when we part, there is no sadness because our bond is always there. she is not just my friend, she is a gift, both precious and rare." maura's poem about jane (yeah you read that correctly) (and their faces while it's being read) in 6x16
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