An Effort
William left me a birthday present in my mailbox a day or two ago. It was a copy of a book I just happened to be reading already while walking down. Of course, he was also a month off, though he got the number right. The day after White Day and Pi Day, it was the Ides of March, but it certainly wasn't my birthday. Not that being 16 or any other age is worth some elaborate party. Everyone left me alone that day. That was enough.