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Or 28, as the case may be. But she would appreciate it if you just left it at four, since by the other set of calculations she will actually turn 30 before I will: sometime in mid July, I believe. (Hah.)

Anyway. Sound the trumpets.

Well, wait on that, actually. She went kind of nuts on the margaritas last night, and now she’s got a bit of a headache.