Yesterday was his 54th birthday. I missed it because I had a bad day, then I had a worse one that further devolved into chills, fever, cramps, and some really unpleasant other stuff. So it's 2 AM, and I'm sweating like a pig, hopefully because the fever is breaking.
And so...happy belated fucking birthday, BFF.
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