My Uncle Sends Me a Box of Trash Every Year for My Birthday — Here’s What He Sent This Year
Alex J. Mann

Alex, Alex, Alex . . . the man loves you and once he dies and the boxes stop, you will tear yourself apart with regret. Drop everything and call him. Do it right now. You’re still a kid or you’d know this, calendar age notwithstanding.

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