Happy Birthday, Alvin. The date’s stuck around in my remote memory. It’s funny, isn’t it? Now that’s out of the way…
I need to talk about Roman.
It’s insane, how much I look up to the guy. He’s the ideal to break, at this point.
Roman. Roman. Roman.
I never thought I’d put someone up there again.
You’re too awesome.
Please don’t ruin it.
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