My dad did not like his birthday. Which is funny because I love my birthday. We always joked though that Utah celebrates his birthday a day early. They just can’t seem to ever get the right day. :) Well I really miss him today on his birthday. And really all week. And most of the days since September 20th. The best present we ever got him was a bag of nails. But I wish I could take him a root beer and some chocolate licorice and have him tell me we don’t need to celebrate.
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