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I intensely dislike my birthday. It is a most unwelcome harbinger of doom; the first day of two weeks of tears, distrust and pain lasting until the day the dead go back to their dwelling place.

I lost my son to the unrepentant ignorance and poisonous inattention of his mother the day after it. Such a hateful gift.

What shall come next?

Author: nullrend

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