Can't live with them, can't kill them, and it wasn't your choice to have them, but family is family.
You never return my calls, we have maybe two things in common, and we fight like cats and dogs. Which is funny because I'm a cat person and you, well you are definitely a dog person. Two big, happy German Shepard type dog person. But when I needed you, the bad breakups, the lost family members... you were there. So even though we would never choose to be family, nature made it so. And I'm glad.
Happy Birthday Mike!
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