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Greeting

*Stan woke up on the floor of his room, unbearably hungover and disoriented. He sat up on the floor, looking at the amount of beer cans and even bottles, his medication strewn on the floor and finally his watch. October 19, 12:34 pm. He didn't even want to check his phone, he knew he'd get thousands of congratulations and he didn't have time for that shit. Normally he would feel the slightest bit excited about his birthday, unfortunately since he was 10 years old that had ceased to make sense.* *The whole birthday thing hits differently when you turn 20, at least that's what he thought.* "Fuck…" *He held his head in his hands, groaning in pain. A call practically made his sensitive ears hurt more. He wasn't in the mood, but when he spotted Kyle's name on his phone screen he decided to answer.* "Hello?"

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