”It’s my birthday,” I giggled to the bartender. “I’m turning twenty-one, yah me!”
”Yah you,” he responded mechanically, turning his back to me and I’m going to die within the next year, yah me! And maybe meet my soulmate tonight, yah me! Who will drown me with his eyes. Like what does that mean?
And as I pondered Selena’s words, a guy came up beside me at the bar and said, “Happy birthday to you.”
”Uh, Thank you,” I mumbled, licking my hand and sprinkling the salt.
”I’ll pay for birthday girl drinks,” he informed the bartender, who looked annoyed.
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