Steve: Your birthday is coming up. And Sarah's. Will you have your party.
Me: I don't know. Maybe. I can't believe I'm going to be 38.
Young: You're not going to be 38? How old are you.
Me: I'm 37, right?
Young: You're not 37. When were you born?
Me: 1976...
Young: You're 36 you idiot. You're going to be 37.
Me: I've literally spent the last six months thinking I was a year older than I am. And... I hate to admit this, but just now, when I realized I'm only turning 37... I felt this huge rush of relief.
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