Forty minutes, now.

[williamtwodium]

Pungenday the Thirty-Fifth of Aftermath in the Year CUT

It is the twenty-third of November and my twenty-third birthday.1 These things are numerologically significant by Discordian reckoning, and they feel significant to me. Or, they do tonight, at least, on the large couch in my uncle's house in Carrboro, while the rain makes rhythms on the

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[des_demento]

Oh Scott, are you really 23? That would make me...older than I believe I am. Have a fabulous birthday, dear one, however you choose to make it such. I'm thinking of you, and all the ways our friendship has enriched my life.

Much love, from Heather and Jack.