On my sixteenth birthday, God gave me a boyfriend. On my seventeenth birthday, he left. On my eighteenth birthday, I gave myself a great sleep. On my twentieth birthday, he came. On my twenty-second birthday, I left with him. On my twenty-fifth birthday, his wife came to visit. His child was six years old. She was a girl and very cute. A few days later, I was disabled. My leg, I went to Italy with a limp, my twenty-sixth birthday, a lame leg, a drunken stranger man, spent a night in a strange bed, twenty-seven years old, the strange man gave me a bouquet of flowers and said, happy birthday, I accepted it, today is my twenty-eighth birthday, I cleaned the room, opened a bottle of red wine, sat in front of the fireplace, and left.
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