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I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones he found and harvested himself. They were pale and made of the Glory of the Sea.
The odd thing is that I'm fairly sure I've turned 27 here before, but that was years ago. So am I in my thirties, now? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll calculate the numbers. I'm 27.
There's a cake. I think it's chocolate.
The odd thing is that I'm fairly sure I've turned 27 here before, but that was years ago. So am I in my thirties, now? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll calculate the numbers. I'm 27.
There's a cake. I think it's chocolate.