I used to get ridiculously excited for my birthday every year, and then, getting older, there were a few times I was actually Scrooge-y on May 15th, but this year, I’m feeling celebratory. It’s my happy birthday, today, and I’m going to enjoy the day, just because. This post isn’t fiction, has nothing to do with fiction — I’m just me being me.
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