The two hundred and seventy-fifth thing I love about us is getting you just a little drunk and me very sloppy drunk and saying a whole bunch of ridiculously sappy, mushy stuff to each other.
I know we had that great big late-birthdays-for-everyone deal last week after I realized we missed your birthday at the start of this month,...
Why do we have to get drunk?! (Not that I mind getting drunk, just a little ...)
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