“Today is my sixtieth birthday.” I let go of the breath and any last hope that Will may be remotely interesting. As predictable birthday platitude after predictable birthday platitude is directed his way, I wonder what it is about ordinary people and their need to declare birthdays. Who cares? Who honestly cares that on this day sixty years ago Will squirmed into the world? It’s of no consequence to me, it’s of no consequence to anyone in this room, but look at them all. Smiling and wishing him many happy returns, pretending they care. It’s repulsive. If any of them genuinely cared, they’d
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