July 13, 2009

Attn: Han

Happy Birthday. You are 67 today. Pretty crazy.

I think that ultimately, you can be blamed for my desire to be a scoundrel.

Ever since you have utttered the word Par-Sec I have hearted you, looked up to you, imagined myself with my own wookie, and the “Falcon” parked in my very own space dock.

I worried deeply as you were encased in that horrible metal shell, and I held my breath as it was touch and go through carbon sickness, after your mama set you free.

May we both, ALWAYS, steer clear of saarlac pits.


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