The requisite undergrad has been killed in the light of the new moon with a hammer and sickle from Communist Russia, and their blood boiled into ink. Reeds from the pond in Burnet Woods were harvested at midnight and made into papyrus, and a sacred bird in the Himalayas was hunted down and plucked and their feathers turned into quills that my
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And Happy Birthday
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yet another reason I'm proud to know you :)
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Oh, and...
Happy belated birthday!!!!
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