My eleven mosquito bites has bumped up to fourteen. I really wanted to tell you that I'm happy for you, but I know if I do, you'll think that I'm just being a bitch and trying to get a rise out of you, but I'm not. I'm happy for you, I'm happy that you're happy. I think we're both better off this way. I know that you'll see this somehow, so, I hope
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