Dear Juan Jones,
Happy Birthday ya hooligan! 20 years old...yikes, you're getting up there. I can see the grey hairs already. I hope New York treats you to something real special today. I hope whatever you wish for when you blow out your candles comes true and that it's the best birthday yet. Most importantly, I hope you know how much you're loved and missed over here. I wish you all the happiness and adventures you could ask for. You're the cat's pajamas. Happy Birthday Elder Z!!
Love,
Hales
P.S. If you were here I would sing to you like this and make you skip around the room.
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