Dear Josef

Dear Josef,

Happy birthday to my very favourite brother, my most awesome comrade, and my supremely fantastic, brilliant, and wonderful best friend.

As tradition dictates, on this special day, I give to you our most cherished and personal gift: air from my lungs.

I can't believe you're a teenager. It seems so impossible. I am glad you are, though. I must admit that. For we both know that I cannot abide children. You only got away with being a child because you're my brother. And even then, I only amended that a short time ago. This year has been the best we've ever had together.
More wonderful shenanigans shall certainly ensue, my dear Josef. I love you very much... more than I love boobs. More than you love boobs. ... A lot.

Poop,

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