Special: Another Letter from Payton

To Erin, Ryan, Theresa, Don, Mark, Paul and company,
with love (And one very stubborn chocolate stain),

Dear "Higher Powers",
Thank you so much for letting me 'clown around' with you. From the first minute I went from scream to laugh reactions in that barn roughly two years ago, I knew I belonged there. For someone who goes through such a generic lack of acceptance, my employers and fellow spooks both have been kind to me. I hope I can say honestly that they consider me a friend, as I do for them and thus for you also.
I suppose I'm writing this letter to tell you how much I love my job.
I love the generally-reliable generator in the barn-smelling trailer, I love the air of comradeship we share before delving into our task with exuberance I love the speeches from Mark or Erin... not because they are wonderful speakers, but because I smile and live for the moment Spooks push to be nearer to them, trying to say thank you with mask-covered faces or raccoon-shaded eyes.
I love the little moments, stories, memories we fight so hard to make each night...
Truly and utterly, I love my job.
All of you, especially, go through a lot of stress to maintain a group of happy spooks; be it that pesky train horn or those rotten neighbors to muffins or water bottles. I don't get the chance to douse the giver of water with love; I just say "Thank you." 
Friends.... those Thank-you's are sincere, and they aren't, ever, just for the water. 
I wait for it all week, the chance to be happy. This one time, please take my thanks in context...
Thank you.
Your eternal clown,
Payton

P.S. Thank you for giving me more time with the ones I love 

There are several pictures enclosed with this letter, and I don't pay attention as I'm writing it... but this is the right thing to do. I am a decent person and their kindness means gold to me, and I want them to appreciate and understand that.