Happy birthday, Danny.
I'm just so thankful thee's alive. I had a dream last night that thee'd died, and I woke up because my body hurt from crying so hard in my dream. Sounds crazy, but true. I began to wail (in my dream) because I didn't want to lose the brother that was my protector in highschool... The thought of that just killed me.
So, thanks for being my defender. I love thee so much.
Happy birthday. Thank GOD thee's alive.
PS Thanks for the walnut! :)
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