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on birthdays and aging;

Mademoiselle.

There is a Zulu proverb that goes something like this: Old age doesn't announce itself. It comes creeping in on you from behind like a leopard or a lion and you don't hear it coming until it's become the death of you.

So. You of all people shouldn't ask when I "suddenly" turned 49, since time has a tendency to pass people by... Unnoticed and undetected. Just remember that age is relative and I'm a man in his prime. Hit me up again when the time comes that I'm turning 60 and we can talk about feeling old.

Maybe.

Amicalement,
Claude

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Is someone going to throw you a party?

My mun has big plans.

Hmm. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

You never know with muns, but I believe in this case, I'll be... pleasantly surprised.

Well, add my birthday good wishes to hers. Going out to dinner somewhere nice at the very least I hope?

Actually, I'm not sure. I've been out travelling the past week, doing some work for Le Monde, so I won't get home until later tonight.

Oh now that's sad. Well, celebratory dinners can be had any time I suppose. You should do something special though.

Oh, don't worry. We will.

[Sorry about the smile, Ren. It's kind of not directed at you.]

[Have a return smirk, because she's not stupid]

Good.

Maybe I'll send you a card.

I'd like one of those Takarazuka postcards, actually. It would look fittingly exotic on my noticeboard.

I think I could manage that.

[He pauses. Having heard her story, he isn't quite sure if the question is appropriate.]

Will it be of you?

[A pause]

Do you want it to be?

If you feel it wouldn't reflect you, I'd rather have you sent me a postcard with someone on it that you deem worthy of the attention.

Maybe I'll send you a couple.

Variety is the spice of life, they say.

Good, good. Stay positive.

I have to. I'm turning 50 next year. Don't tell anyone, but - when did that happen?

Shit. You're so old.

And what are you, jail bait?

Touché, darling. At least I still know where to stick it.

Let's call it an inherent talent of yours.

Sure, let's. [Pause.] Don't eat on your way home, by the way.

Okay. [One eyebrow goes up.] But I will get fed, right? You know how I feel about starvation.

It's your fucking birthday, what do you think?

Just checking, just checking. It isn't every day you decide to run around, playing Madame Housewife in the kitchen.

Oh, shut up. You'd better be grateful.

I'm always grateful for you, love.

... hm.

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