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Sorry I didn't get you a present this year, so I'll try to make up for that
the cheapest way possible. You are the cream in my coffee, the meatball in
my spaghetti, and the apple I can't live with out. In short, you are all of
my favorite food items, and more. After 9 years we haven't killed each
other yet (that's a good sign), and I think the percentage of laughter is
slightly higher compared to dirty looks. You put up with my gaseous fumes
and I tolerate you never hanging the phone up. Insert sentimental cliché
sitcom item here. I think we're doing alright, because I know I'll never
not love you no matter what we put each other through. Your Bibsy