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[synanthrope]

I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones he found and harvested himself. They were pale and made of the Glory of the Sea.

The odd thing is that I'm fairly sure I've turned 27 here before, but that was years ago. So am I in my thirties, now? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll calculate the numbers. I'm 27.

There's a cake. I think it's chocolate.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

So - cars.

[synanthrope]

I'm looking for a mechanic.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

And how's the search going so far?

[synanthrope]

Badly.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Hopefully that will change. It can't be difficult to find someone who knows cars.

[synanthrope]

What do you know about?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

My knowledge is so limited it could be null. If you want help searching, though...

[synanthrope]

If you hear of a mechanic needing a job, please let me know.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Will do.