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I'm 18. This is no Baskin-Robbins cake event, this is huge. I mean, wow, 18. I can vote (note to self: register tomorrow when the post office opens), buy lottery tickets (right after registering to vote), and buy rifles (no need for that... yet). And best of all, I get to travel by myself, minus Tubby. First time, Hollywood, Florida -- tomorrow. My flight leaves at 6:40am to take me to the Sunshine State. All by my lonesome! (Lonesome is a good thing, unless you're a single chick, in which case, I do enjoy company...) But first, my birthday party. Figuring lots of people think I'm a stuffed animal, I rounded up a bunch of people and took them to Build-a-Bear, just so they could see what a stuffed animal was, and how infinitely different I am. It all started with the 10 of us walking in the door, and Tubby telling Chelsea (a dear girl with china blue eyes) that yes, the scheduled party was for me, Frank... the duck under Tubby's right arm. From there...
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