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Today is my birthday.
I'm spending the day watching over eleven people in comas and one man who seems to desperately want to be in one. It's hot, and dry, and I have sand everywhere it's possible and uncomfortable to have sand. I'm also getting incredibly sick of coconuts.
Who else has a horrible birthday story?
I'm spending the day watching over eleven people in comas and one man who seems to desperately want to be in one. It's hot, and dry, and I have sand everywhere it's possible and uncomfortable to have sand. I'm also getting incredibly sick of coconuts.
Who else has a horrible birthday story?