Dude. Your baby is so, so, so, so, so, soooo, sooooo, cute! So cute that I've commented on a couple of pictures. I sent you a big old congratulatory message when you joined this elite team called "parents." (Or not-so-elite, which I suspect I'll hit upon in a future deletion.)
But once again, you're a person that I didn't get to know when I had the chance to do so in high school, and certainly won't develop a deep and intimate friendship with now that six states are between us.
I'm not even sure you can speak. You were always incredibly quiet. You may have been shy. Or maybe your English was poor? Not judging. I just seem to remember that your parents were first generation immigrants from... somewhere. See? That's how tight we were.
Dude with the cute baby, you only have 91 friends. I envy you. But that also means that you may notice one less, and furthermore, that you might even be able to narrow it down to me.
Hold still, we're going to do this quick. Like a Band-Aid.
Ready?
Hey, what's that over there?
*click*
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