i remember when i couldn't spell your name right because it's so fucking long.
i remember how you hate taking showers because being lazy shits on showering.
i remember how we'd talk and gossip until we'd fall asleep.
i remember when you gathered all your stuffed animals together and told me to take a family picture of you and all your "children" - the funny thing about this is that you were in high school at the time.
my sister, you are legal. you can hit the clubs.
and you have hella people getting you expensive-ass gifts (not me, i'm broke.) which means PEOPLE LOVE YOU. and all anyone ever truly wants in this world is to be loved. kudos for your accomplishments.
please don't get too drunk and start biting people's fingers and yacking all over the place. let's be straightedge, shall we?
Love, Ratema Uch
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