June 18 was my 20th birthday. It was pretty sad as always. I recieved a couple of phone calls from Venezuela: one from my Grandma, and one from my aunt that I had just seen in Chicago the week before. Well, Mace also called me for one minute, not that it matters anyway. Rebe, the only person who claims to adore me as a person in this world, and I
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