So I miss you more than usual today, obviously. Wasn't exactly sure if I could call you up at 12 a.m just the way I always do. Basically, now I'm just waiting up to call you in a bit. You better be up this time. Totally hate you for dying on me that day when I precisely told you to stay awake. Meanie.
Anyway, I'll save all the yelling for when I talk to you on the phone :)
For now, Happy 18th Birthday! have a great one. And forget about your gift. I'm too mad at you to talk about that just now. Despite all that, have fun.
I love you, a lot.
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