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Happy birthday to the person who makes everything work. Even when it doesn’t feel like it’s working.

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Thirty-one looks good on you, babe. Here’s to another year of your terrible puns, your patient explanations of why my latest idea won’t actually work, and your uncanny ability to find my keys when I’ve looked everywhere except the exact spot you suggested first.

I got you that guitar book you’ve been eyeing. Don’t say I never encourage your hobbies.