Pan has birthday issues. Along the lines of, ‘Oh god, I can never enjoy my birthday. When I was seven my puppy died on my birthday.’
Not actually *that*. But along those lines. Pan had a rather tragic childhood. And then he met me…
In the morning, in bed, I said to him, ‘You met me just after you turned 23, did you expect to still be with me when you
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