Happy really late Birthday, Sara. Times moves in a disjointed and irratic fashion. And I think it's strange everytime it does. It's just not so unexpected anymore. Oh. And I still have your Buddah. I was going to give it back to you the other day, but I couldn't get it off of my head in time. My dreads are too big. It's kind of funny. I still have your shirt too. And if you ever get around to writing me another letter, I'd really like to read it. And if that doesn't happen maybe I'll take the wheel and write you one. Maybe.
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Times moves in a disjointed and irratic fashion. And I think it's strange everytime it does. It's just not so unexpected anymore.
Oh. And I still have your Buddah. I was going to give it back to you the other day, but I couldn't get it off of my head in time. My dreads are too big. It's kind of funny. I still have your shirt too. And if you ever get around to writing me another letter, I'd really like to read it. And if that doesn't happen maybe I'll take the wheel and write you one.
Maybe.
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