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Pete Campbell is thirty.
It's an odd thing, knowing that he's been alive for three decades, not to mention the fact that he has celebrated his last two on the island. He knows how he once imagined his thirtieth birthday to be, and it wasn't at all like this. Needless to say, an island didn't factor into the picture at all. He won't deny that part of him still wants to complain. He wants to be at the top of the ladder at Sterling Cooper, he wants to know he's been successful, he wants to know -
As he treks down the beach (where he first arrived upon the island), he shakes his head. He is happy. He's happier here than he's ever been at home. He knows that people care for him here beyond the significance of his family name (in fact, it doesn't mean anything here at all). He loves someone. (That is more significant than he cares to say.) And now he's hit the big three-oh. To be frank, he doesn't know if he's mentioned his birthday to anyone, and throwing a party isn't the sort of thing that's ever really been on his radar. (His parents stopped caring, after a certain point, and that went a long way towards his caring, too.) Still, thirty seems significant.
Pausing on the sand, he slips his shoes off, hooking his fingers into the heels to pick them up before continuing to walk. He doesn't have anywhere to be. While his arrival was hardly under good circumstances, the island as a whole holds a better vibe for him, now. He knows, at this point, what it is to be lucky.
It's an odd thing, knowing that he's been alive for three decades, not to mention the fact that he has celebrated his last two on the island. He knows how he once imagined his thirtieth birthday to be, and it wasn't at all like this. Needless to say, an island didn't factor into the picture at all. He won't deny that part of him still wants to complain. He wants to be at the top of the ladder at Sterling Cooper, he wants to know he's been successful, he wants to know -
As he treks down the beach (where he first arrived upon the island), he shakes his head. He is happy. He's happier here than he's ever been at home. He knows that people care for him here beyond the significance of his family name (in fact, it doesn't mean anything here at all). He loves someone. (That is more significant than he cares to say.) And now he's hit the big three-oh. To be frank, he doesn't know if he's mentioned his birthday to anyone, and throwing a party isn't the sort of thing that's ever really been on his radar. (His parents stopped caring, after a certain point, and that went a long way towards his caring, too.) Still, thirty seems significant.
Pausing on the sand, he slips his shoes off, hooking his fingers into the heels to pick them up before continuing to walk. He doesn't have anywhere to be. While his arrival was hardly under good circumstances, the island as a whole holds a better vibe for him, now. He knows, at this point, what it is to be lucky.