A friend and I were chatting recently when she leaned forward and gave me a look that I recognized to mean I have something to tell you and it’s not pretty.
“I have a big birthday coming up, you know,” she said.
I stared blankly at her. The only big birthdays I know are 10 because you’re in double-digits, 18 because you can vote, 21 because you can drink, and 26 because you have to get your own health insurance. After that there are no apron strings left to cut and no party hats until you’re 100.
She held up six fingers. I had to count them to figure out what she meant and even then I was confused.
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