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[h_hollister]

Holy crap, my birthday is two days away.

The odds makers in Vegas are tearing up the betting tickets even now, as the chances of me living to thirty one were at about a thousand to one earlier this year.

Of course, I could still get hit by a bus tomorrow, so ya never know. Don't give up hope yet, you crazy gamblers.

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[dirk__gently]

One day, now. Honestly, Thirty one isn't that bad. Now, forty? I'm worried about. Let me know where the betting table is? I'd like to put some money on no bus, but some entertaining Nexus LOL.

[h_hollister]

Oh, gawd, I'm not even coming close to thinking about forty. S'bad enough that, for just one month, I'm a whole honest to god decade older than my boyfriend. Argh.

[dirk__gently]

I have a couple years still, but... yeah.
...
That's all?

[mercurialnature]

I will send you THINGS in the mail. Things, Hippolyta, things.

I'll also owe you a big hug and squishing the next time I see you.