Dear Thom,
I hope you had a tolerable 40th birthday. I figured you wouldn't mind my wishes being a day late, since in my pseudo fantasy world (where I know you better than my best friend), I have the knowledge that you don't give a fuck about birthdays (especially not your own). I read once that you couldn't wait to age disgracefully, but you and I both know that deep down, as the years pass, you are only getting better.
Like the parting of the waves,
Like a house falling in the sea.
Graciously yours,
Laura Jean
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