Mom. A few weeks ago you mailed me this picture from the nobel party dinner. Today I made the Perfect Indian Moose Dinner.
Also we're drinking out of the post-modern glasses and Sara is wearing your special party shoes. She couldn't tune the ukulele. Happy new year.
(Sara: T-röd T-röd T-röd jag silar dig genom vörtbröd.)
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