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Today I celebrate my birthday with a raised glass and a toast to the passing of another year, of dreams abandoned, of wasted decades, of a squandered life
so cheers, this round is on me, but excuse me if I don't stay, I have novels to write, and mountains to climb, one less year left to me, so my apologies but I must hurry, but stay, rejoice, I will leave the tab open.
what was that? yes, you in the corner, you say I do this every year, I make the same speech?
perhaps
but this time I mean it