Oftentimes I do believe that life made an egregious error and gave me birth at the jolly old age of twenty. So that, on my upcoming twelfth birthday, I shall not be turning 12 but rather, 32. How very droll, Life. I am not unappreciative of what I have been given, rather I cherish the things with which I have been endowed. I do find, however,
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