well, a st. patrick's day come and gone. no big family dinners, no Danny Boy with my dad crying and telling my what an amazing song it is and let's hear it again, no corned beef, no cabbage, none of my grandma's soda bread, no green beer, and no kisses.
if anyone cares to make up for any of these, particularly that last one, i'd be willing to
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