I’ve had one “best friend” in my life. She was half Japanese and half Malaysian, and she was a little older than me. I haven’t seen her since I was eleven. Today is her birthday. She’ll be 25. She’s probably married. She might have a baby, maybe two. She’s smart and beautiful and she probably runs a company for some lazy businessman. I don’t know. I can’t find her. But I was thinking about her today, and even though she will never see this, I just wanted to say, “Happy birthday.”


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