Quarter Centarian
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I'm twenty-five now, a moment that passed with little recognition. A few people gave me words, some gifts, even though I didn't ask for them. My accidental birthday party having already passed, coupled with the usual minimisation I do of my birth, makes it entirely unsurprising.
There was one thing I wanted for my birthday, but other than bringing to mind the late-night dialogue in the church, it also was selfish, and not in the enlightened way. Patience, perhaps, it seems to be the singular solution to all my problems.
Is that why you seek out women, to get more cats? Y'know, because you don't have any of your own, and after a while your girls can become surrogate cats.
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