I can still remember on my 20th birthday I was outfield digging my shellscrape and it was around 12 oclock. This friend of mine walked up to me and said happy birthday, and gave me my only present of my 20th birthday, which was a packet of milo. That packet of milo was the best packet of milo I had ever tasted.
This time, on my 21st, what I had was quite a bit of pain. The kind of pain youve been running away from but now you have to face. Quite the event huh.
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