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[FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Another birthday is here. Twenty-eight years since I held you in my arms and counted your perfect toes and fingers. Twenty-eight years since I held you so close to me and couldn't breathe the smell of you enough, like you were my oxygen and I would die without you. It has been 28 years of suffering for me. I pray you are alive and well, and I hope your birthday is the best one yet. I love you. No, we love you. Mom, Dad, and your little sister. [/FONT]
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