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It was not my birthday on September 25th, 2014. My birthday is actually a week before Christmas. December is a terrible month to have a birthday in. It’s too cold and everyone had Christmas rush on their minds.
After decades of battling with this winter holiday, I've given up on trying to organize anything special for my birthday. There’s two things that I hate doing: 1) being openly selfish, expecting my silly whims to be catered to and 2) being a bother by interrupting the busyness of everyone else’s life with these silly whims. There’s no point in bothering others with a day of selfishness when everyone is too busy to be silly with you.
So, birthdays flew by, lazily “celebrated” with token dinners and coffee meetups. Then, Darling, the best gift giver ever, decided to change that ...
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