My birthday day ended with good things.
I played two games of soccer, as a guest.
I was told by someone I played with, a pretty good player, that he'd rather play with me than against me.
A thirty year old woman I know pulled her husband over, and pointed at me, saying there, see, that's what 45 looks like.
People were glad to see me.
I was glad to be with people.
Now you know why I still live here despite the weather and the work.
Happy Birthday.
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