(a/n: My birthday was a few weeks ago! So this blog is just slightly behind schedule.)
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I turn twenty in four days.
I always cry on my birthday. I think this is a
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In my last blog, I mentioned that since the spring semester hadn’t started yet, that blog wasn’t being posted too late. Unfortunately, now that the spring semester has begun, I…