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I don't remember what number we are on.

I love that you are youthful. That when I feel like an aging man (even though i'm not that old yet) I get a spark of youth from your erratic nature, your absolutely joyous exuberance, and your sparkling eyes.

I love that when you see me, you are so excited that you run to me.

Most of all, I love that you think of me in your daily decisions even though others would think there are more important matters at hand.

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