Firemonkey

A party in my flat.

My lovely friends.

Call

Mumble, mumble.

Speakerphone.

Party noise.


Twentysomething people sings happy birthday for me.

I limp out of the room with the old, the crazy and the sick and almost shed a tear.


I just cant make up my mind if I love them for thinking of me or hate them for not being able to join..

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