Dear Brett,
Boy were you drunk last night. But it at least looked like you had fun. You felt better after you threw up all over my shoes and ate all of the paninis.
You also may have spilled embarrassing information about what you do in your free time. Right after that you went on and on about your childhood cat, Mr. Pebblington.
Happy Big 2-0,
Casey
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