“Greetings!”
Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.
On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.
I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.
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