When I was sick, you made soup for me. And bought me cough drops. And let me sleep on your shoulder. You didn't make me feel bad for being so temporarily useless, and you helped me feel better.
Thanks. For being you. You rock. Here's to four more years, equally as amazing, and many, many more.
Dear Evan,
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