I can’t believe I’ll soon be nineteen.
That’s whacked.
There seems to be nothing special about being nineteen, except perhaps being able to by cigarettes in New York and New Jersey. It’s just the age of foreboding adult-hood, the end of an era or at least the end of a decade.
I’m not that excited for my Birthday though mainly because I won’t be
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