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This is one of those moments of life. I do not think I have ever felt so special, or loved. Everyone turned up, called, showed interest, bought a gift, changed their status, texted, wrote a card or email, sang a song...
Those who did not, I know love me. Those who did not remember, have shown their love in some other way, some other time. Those who did remember, did it in such a special, witty, caring way that I will never forget.
I have flowers in every single color, I have postcards in every single handwriting, I have love in every possible form.
Thank you all who made my 27th birthday such a special, marvelous day.
Those who did not, I know love me. Those who did not remember, have shown their love in some other way, some other time. Those who did remember, did it in such a special, witty, caring way that I will never forget.
I have flowers in every single color, I have postcards in every single handwriting, I have love in every possible form.
Thank you all who made my 27th birthday such a special, marvelous day.
3 Comments:
Felicidaqdes, yo no lo sabía...
¡Japi Verdei Yocita, from di botom of mai jart!
Aqui es donde Freud se la ha pelado, el superYO ha muerto... o se ha ido de parranda. Que pronto vuelva.
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