The last day of February, not a leap year, is behind us now for more than 48 hours.
E 'with quite so late that even in the digital realm of our existence bombastic, am I to make you the best wishes for a twenty-eighth year of overflowing unexpected satisfactions, the din of glasses that touch each l 'in another toast happy, carefree laughter with the uvula to the wind, maybe Milan!
Happy Birthday, us!
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