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| His Spidey senses are tingling |
I was 7 when he was born and I adored him the minute Mom brought him home from the hospital. And, thanks to years of therapy, he has overcome his three older sibs trying to convince him that he was really adopted. I think he's forgiven us for the time we threw him in the snowbank in Yakima and the heating oil delivery man had to pull him out. And I know he's eternally grateful to me for teaching him to drive.
He has the biggest heart of any human being I know and he doesn't even mind that I still try to boss him around.
Happy Birthday, Dennis!
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