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Hey Poppy.
I can't really discern what I'm writing, cause my fingers are shaking and the light's low.
And I'm drunk.
But I'm trying.
Ah well.
Big old bday boy's drunk.
But don't you worry Poppy, my sweet sweet Poppy. I'll be fine.
Just... peachy.
Mum says so. Dad proclaims so.
I'll hang on.
Don't you worry.
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