You were here.
We remember you.
WE WILL ALL FLARE OUR NOSTRILS and BELLY LAUGH TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN SOMEDAY — and, as always, YOUR ridiculous, delightful, contagious belly laugh will still be the best one of us all.
Love you, Jules. Miss you with all my wicked, wicked heart. All the rest of us will get old and saggy and decrepit — and YOU WILL ALWAYS REMAIN YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL, inside AND out.
In EVERY situation, no matter how tragic, there’s ALWAYS a gift — and that’s yours. Nobody can ever take that away from you now. GET IT, GIRL
Happy 42nd Motherfucking Birthday. I love you forever.
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