I get older tomorrow…

And I can sum up what I want for my birthday in a very simple sentence:
“I hope that I don’t get my face brutally ripped open by a small dog”.
That’s all. Nothing big, nothing exciting, just a simple wish to not be horribly mutilated. Sure, it sounds unlikely — until you realise that that’s exactly what happened to me 364 days ago…

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