Except I keep feeling the need to run around quoting Pinocchio.
"I'm a real boy!"
It feels like 30 is the official gateway into adulthood, and normally, I would get excited and think that now people will finally take me seriously.
But I don't think that will ever be possible.
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You're just a baby.
Happy Birthday!
I'd send you a card, but...well, you know.
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