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| My brother and I reading what I fear is a Dilbert comic. We are suitably unimpressed. |
I wanted to write this to you on your birthday, but my smartphone fucked me over. This year I spent your birthday feeling very sad. I'm feeling all twelve of the long years you have been missing. Fuck, smartphones didn't even exist when you died.
This year our dad is dead, too, and I am the only one left with our face.
This year I can't believe how old I am. I think it might be that simple.
Love,
Carrie