I'm not even going to pretend I am not a horrible person and didn't forget your birthday. I have no excuse except that Senegal has taken over and destroyed my brain. That's actually kind of what it feels like... my brain is very worn out. But... Does this mean we can go get wine toegther when I get home? Like, legally? In a restaurant?I love you and happy birthday. I am ever so glad you were born; and I am ever so glad you are my friend.
That was Ariel by the way. So you don't confuse me with the gazillion other people you know in Senegal.
oh, you spent your birthday with so many family mmmmembers, how good you are...how sober....how unique...love, mom
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