Sunday, September 11, 2005
Happy Birthday Mom
You sounded a little down on the phone, and I know why. I wish there was something (short of moving back to Philly) that I could do to make your birthday a little more cheery, but I'm afraid were going to have to rely on our buddy time to heal at least some of the wounds. I have a feeling that it's mostly uphill from here.
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