Dear Z,
From all the girls here at ToR & Outlander Online: A very Happy Birthday and all the best wishes!
Hope you have a great day
More birthday wishes from your friends below!
Dear Z
You’re the awesomest friend out there and te perfect braintwin! I’m honored to call you my friend (and be one of the few that have been able to meet you – you’re like James Bond!)
I hope you have an amazing day with your loved ones and get all the pressies you wished for!
Luv Ya!!
Sim
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Oh Z! You never told us you were at the Met Gala this year?! Why??
Anyway….HAPPY BIRTHDAY Z! I hope you’re having a great day filled with laughter, cake, fun, dog poop..I hope we will get the chance to meet one day!!!
(P.S. Be aware of the benches!)
Love ya,
B.
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Dearest Z,
Master lurker Z have a very happy birthday with lots of cake and love.
Try to stay away from benches!
lots of birthday love and kisses,
D (aphne)
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Zoe!
Erin
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Thinking of Rob 
Thanks for the bday messages guise, you’re all sweet. xx