Bonne fête

So... Happy new year! It's been a while since I wrote last, and even then, I was hardly updating this blog. Quel dommage.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. It's been a while, I know, but I still think of you. I wish I got more news of you, but as it stands, you're busy, I'm busy. Neither of us making time to really... talk. I just want you to know that despite everything, I still think of you often and I miss you.

Hope you're doing well and again... Happy birthday.

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