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[chrysophilist]

[THE HAPPIEST VOICE]

Tomorrow's my birthday! I'll definitely be nineteen. I dunno if there's anything people in this world do for that birthday, but I want it to be special. [EVEN IF SANTO ISN'T HERE... DON'T EVER REMIND HER]So I'm going shopping right now for something special to wear! Anyone interested in joining me? I could always use extra

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[technophantom]

Ah. Happy birthday.

[chrysophilist]

Thanks!

[technophantom]

I was unaware.

I have nothing for you.

[chrysophilist]

Hey, don't worry about it!

[technophantom]

[well hey he won't argue that she should be mad] How will you celebrate?

[chrysophilist]

Dunno yet! Any ideas?

[technophantom]

I haven't acknowledged my own birth for several years. I find it liberating.

...someone suggested cake.

[chrysophilist]

... Oh! Do you still remember the day?

Yeah, I think I'll do cake. Want so--oh, right. You don't eat things you haven't made. Cunno!

[technophantom]

Yes. It was listed on the Social Security Death Index, before I erased it. Hehh. It's not important.

I'll remember yours, assuming we're both stuck another year.

What does 'cunno' mean?

[chrysophilist]

Okie-dokie. And thanks, I appreciate that.

It's Al Bhed. Means "sorry."

[technophantom]

You are multilingual?

[chrysophilist]

You betcha! I taught myself Spiran--uh, English.