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"Birthday's in four days. It's a Saturday, which makes me feel like I should do something but... I never really celebrate it much. I'm not even sure I'd know how to do it up-- except by getting wicked twisted and that's rather a challenge in and of itself. (Thank you, enhanced body.)
"And then Friday's Dane's birthday. I'm not sure if I should send him something or not... are we friend? I don't think so but... fuck me, I do like him. Like, as a person. (And in the sack, yes, but we already knew that, didn't we?) Which means I probably should send him a gift.
"God, I'm rubbish at this. Come Saturday I may crawl into a bottle of Jack, not to be seen again until Sunday. Because birthdays are a time for family, right? And, hey, look at that-- mine's all distant or dead or both. So, really, who's left that'd want to celebrate the birth of me?"
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"And then Friday's Dane's birthday. I'm not sure if I should send him something or not... are we friend? I don't think so but... fuck me, I do like him. Like, as a person. (And in the sack, yes, but we already knew that, didn't we?) Which means I probably should send him a gift.
"God, I'm rubbish at this. Come Saturday I may crawl into a bottle of Jack, not to be seen again until Sunday. Because birthdays are a time for family, right? And, hey, look at that-- mine's all distant or dead or both. So, really, who's left that'd want to celebrate the birth of me?"
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