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[featheredboy]

I- I-

I'm going to be eighteen, this month. Eighteen years old. Old enough to get married, I think. Old enough to properly get married with a home and a husband and maybe even kids...

B-but... Fuck, fuckityfuckfuckfuck.

...At least he taught me some things. Even if it wasn't real, even if it didn't actually happen and I didn't spend the last

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[myownsea]

Happy birthday?

[featheredboy]

I'm not- Thank you ...I think?

...I'm not that sure if eighteen will feel much different, though.

[myownsea]

Maybe...if you believe it will be different, it will feel like it is.

[featheredboy]

...But I'm not sure if a few extra minutes will change many things.

How old are you?

[myownsea]

You can do more now, right? So that is a change.

The papers I was given say 22.

[featheredboy]

..I'm not sure if I want to do more. I suppose, yeah.

How do you feel?

[myownsea]

There must be something good for you here...?

I don't know what 22 is supposed to feel like. But I think I like it.

[featheredboy]

There is. There are many good things actually. I almost prefer it to being at home, most days.

But... Things have been strange. After what happened.

[myownsea]

What was your home like?

[featheredboy]

It was...

It was alright, I suppose. Better than some places, worse than others. I spent my last two or so years there in the labyrinth; so... I'm not really sure how much it changed.