It's four sleeps until your birthday, your 18th. Sounds funny now that you're telling the world all about your age, after disclosing information about what you get up to.
Four sleeps until you can open the boxes that have been occupying space in your room for four months. Four sleeps until you can drink legally, work in a bar, do almost whatever you like. Four days until it becomes okay to be seeing them. Four days until half the things you do aren't illegal. You become an adult, a grown-up. Shit. You're going to have to make proper decisions and grow up a little bit. You always considered yourself a touch older than you are, which is why you do hlf the things you do. But now you wonder if you were right about that. Perhaps not? Time after tomorrow will go quickly, and your birthday will pass as fast as lightning flashes.
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