once, twice, thrice, done.
I was being polite.
It was your birthday.
And on birthdays, people, regardless of any matter whatsoever, deserve even an inkling of happiness.
Because it's the day when you were born. How can that be any less important?
So, happy birthday.
And smile and dream big. Because knowing you, those dreams are just like bits of clouds you could reach whenever you're flying your Cessna up in the sky. It's that close and achievable.
Take care.
It was your birthday.
And on birthdays, people, regardless of any matter whatsoever, deserve even an inkling of happiness.
Because it's the day when you were born. How can that be any less important?
So, happy birthday.
And smile and dream big. Because knowing you, those dreams are just like bits of clouds you could reach whenever you're flying your Cessna up in the sky. It's that close and achievable.
Take care.
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