Jason Whitaker

Writer

Friday, February 11, 2022

I was born in March before Spring came. I was born at the end of winter. I don’t prefer the cold nor do I love the heat of Summer.

Ides of March. That’s the day I was born. I don’t celebrate it because it’s just another day to me.

No one gives me gifts and no one throws me a party, it’s just another depressing day in my life.

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February 12, 2022

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