Call in all those debts because after today no one will claim to remember them.
This year wasn't eventful in the least bit. The family (sans grandma with pink-eye) played ten rounds of mah jongg, then everyone broke to work/do whatever.
I even missed the countdown while in my room reading. Dad came in mid-chapter and handed me a glass of champagne.
If today is any indication of how the rest of they year will be like, someone slap me. Hard.
I miss last year already.
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