And now I'm twenty-nine.
Twenty-eight was a good year. Sure, I experienced my fair share of hip pain and gastrointestinal distress but there was more good than there was bad.
The single best thing that twenty-eight brought me: MP, who reminds me everyday that love is way simpler than I thought it was and my pheremones are not broken.
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hippy barthday sabila :)
tell us what you get from MP :D
Happy birthday, Sabila!
Many more happy ones.
Happy Birthday!
Happy B-day. One day you will have to share the secret of projecting pheromones through the net.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING. I KNOW you're out with MP on your special day having a blast. I second that, I want to know what he got you.
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday !
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