It was a good birthday. I shouldn't be writing this now, as it's an hour past my bedtime, but my muffins are cooling and I must rescue them from the cat before I lay my head. Birthday, right. Got a new driver's license, looks more adult than the last one did. Looks darn good, actually. When did I get pretty? Ah, yes; when I met Derek. Went
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Twenty-five is an excellent age to be. (It's twenty-seven you have to watch out for...)
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