Birthday

guardians-of-time
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Thanks so much, De. Forty-five. Huh. I think the Wienie King said it all:

Cold are the hands of time that creep along relentlessly, destroying slowly but without pity that which yesterday was young. Alone our memories resist this disintegration and grow more lovely with the passing years. Heh! That's hard to say with false teeth!