Happy birthday, beloved, beloved sister! You've reached 32, a fine age to be, as I recall. It was the year I decided to un-grow up, quit my job, and run off to the big city to become a writer. Let's call it the madness of 32. Following suit?
Wherever you're going, all you have to do is call my name, always.
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Thinking, thinking...
That spot you have scored in the library doesn't look so bad, does it.
:)
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