On Friday Justin celebrated
his birthday. 32. Still such a baby, yet so grown up from the boy I met at 24.
Presents opened in bed.
Breakfast. Both of us getting tattoos. Justin and I that is, not Justin and
Jarvis. It was a nice day. A good day to be with the man who has changed my
life.
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