I would write it if she weren’t so guarded about her privacy. And ours as well.
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I understand. Heather would have killed me if I wrote and published something like this when she was alive. She was dignified, reserved, and wanted to speak for herself.

I, on the other hand, always wanted to shout from the rooftops about her, all the rooftops. I restrained myself because consent matters in all things, even the things when our clothes are on.

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