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You are absolute silliness.

Happy birthday.

Happy Judd Hirshday.

Are you blaspheming against Judd Hirsch?

Snappy Borfday.

I would never blaspheme Judd Hirsch.

Though I will misspell his name, apparently.

Happy Birthday. I am still thinking about you and missing you. I don't think that will change.

Sorry I slept through your party. Apparently I can't be trusted to close my eyes for even a minute.

Then again, I was sick most of the week, so it's entirely possible that my "pre-Ebeff's birthday party" drinks were not exactly the smartest way to get the night started.

I'm sorry, I owe you something nice.

Artwork? I know, I know: "another broken promise".

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