“Happy Birthd…”
“Nope.”
“What do you mean nope?”
“I mean nope. You think I want to celebrate the uncontrollable marching of time? The aging of my flesh as it starts to sag from my bones? The steady decline towards the grave?”
“Bloody hell I was just being polite.”
They looked at each other through the air of discomfort that hovered like a fog between them. They could each see their mid century milestone on the horizon like a unwanted mirage.
“Fancy a whisky? My treat as it’s your birthday?”
“Ooh go on then. Can I have cake too?”
“Of course.”
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