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Dear Elvis,
Ordinarily this is the time of year when I sit down and write something reflective and poignant about the unique joy you’ve brought into my life. However, today was a very long day. You’re still not asleep. Your birthday threw up on my house. Your father is passed out, drunk on chocolate cake and possibly the flu. I’m tired. You’re a great boy. I love you. Good night.
X’s & O’s,
Mommy
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