old people always say i knew when you was knee high to a grasshopper, but i didn't know you yet then, anyway now you're huge, and i'm still knowing you (from a distance) and you're sweet sixteen. remember when you used to crawl on my lap and i read bolaño to you?
maybe not, but it was good. you got a hella lot farther in cub scouts than me in fact i was a dropout after the michelob vases and the balsa wood derby. i was almost a webelo. i still don't know if that's an animal or extinct. i'm rambling same as ever but i will zoom wit cha in a mo and let me congratulate your sweet self on sixteen years of smart and homelike living.
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