If things were they way they were supposed to be I'd be in LA right now hugging and kissing a friend whose birthday it is today. But things didn't work out that way. Instead I had the surgery and lost my voice and still have to go into surgery regarding my voice in June.
Therefore I can't even call him, but I can still write: Happy Birthday, Stacy!
I would have loved to see your face if I had showed up on your doorstep. I am probably the person you'd least expect.
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