My aunt Christiane reminded me it was my cousin Amal's birthday about eight hundred times. I think it's because my aunt worries that no one really likes Amal as much as they like me. The worry is based in reality; most people do like me more than my cousin Amal.
I posted the card from London to my cousin's law offices in Boston. (She's a lawyer but hates it).
She said: thanks, I love it.
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