Got cake and balloons two days before my birthday. Two people in my sphere were actually born on the 24th. One forgot it was his moment to be recognized and declined his slice of eternity. The other was a lady engaged in official business of the head-counting sort at Waistland Industries. She got balloons at the correct time.
The Friend wanted to write the beginning or the end of One Epic Thought in the margins of a 99¢ birthday card. Nixed the impulse. Best to not reference the cloaked joker on an occasion that marks the mad dash of wasted days.
Occhi aperti.
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