I think Kathy and I used to be almost exactly the same age. Now Kathy is older and wiser, and I meant to buy her a present yesterday but my youthful selfishness caused me to buy a copy of Sleepingfish instead. I must've been confused about what I was doing. Her (amazing!) poem was in that magazine, and I don't think she wants her own poem for her birthday. We'll see.
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ha you're sweet. you brought the golden cremes!
I'm pretty sure they stopped making Little Debbie's Golden Creams about five years ago and this gift from the Bosnian supermarket may have been slightly dangerous. But happy birthday!
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