In Three Years
, I say, and he smiles and shakes his head while looking down.
“When’s your birthday?” I asked.
“September thirteenth”, he says.
“Virgo! Makes so much sense now”, I say casually.
“Yeah? How about you?”, he now asks.
“December thirty-first, so every year is a celebration on my birthday”, I say as I roll my eyes.
He laughs, “somehow I doubt you enjoy that since you’re a Capricorn”.
“I am! And I don’t! But you understand my pain, since we’re like one in the same, which makes our signs the most compatible together out of all of the other signs”, I said, then realized what my sudden diarrhea of the mouth just made me say.
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