As soon as I read this one, I knew who to pick.
She's my speedometer.
My confidant.
A best friend.
My secret keeper.
Yet she gets mad at me to the point of silent treatment at least once a week.
She's beautiful and has the heart of gold to match.
She keeps me grounded and tells me she loves me 48 times a day.
And she hasn't killed me yet.
Although she's not much of a kid anymore.
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