I'm pretending not to see her, fake-talking to January even though she left.
It's my birthday. These things happen. Month follows month. Years follow years. Soon, Groundhogs follow Groundhogs. So, Groundhog's day has arrived again. I'm another year older; a year wiser; a year more senile. But, I know, if I know anything, "Time keeps on slipping, slipping, into the future." Just as Steve Miller said. Hi Laini!
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