As I sit here, binging on a ahndful of munchkins and a big old glass of milk, a thought occurs to me: My birthday's in two days. I'll be twenty-nine. That thought, of course, leads to another: I'm getting old. Before you know it, they'll expect me to walk around with a shawl and a cane. Twenty-nine. Wow. I still barely feel twenty-eight, you
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Miss you.
I'm in LA for another week or so-- want to have dinner at our favourite pizza place?
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And I'm just teasing ya. If you want to run away to the pizza parlor without me, that's okay. I'll just kidnap her later. ;) But of course I'd love to spend time with two of my favorite people. :-*
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I can't believe you remembered my weakness for that chocolate cake you made! I'll be checking the door every five minutes, I assure you.
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And you don't look thirteen! It's more like twenty-three. ^.-
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Twenty-three? Why thank you :-* You flatter me.
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And you're very welcome, doll. :-*
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<3 You're such a sweetheart.
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