Chapter 830
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Today was the end of the month, it was Ashtray's birthday.
Speaking of which, Ashtray rarely celebrated his birthday, and he never had a happy birthday. Whenever he thought about how he was one year older, he couldn't be happy. After today, Ashtray would be 34 years old. He hadn't had enough fun yet, and he was already a middle-aged man. What a pity.
What made him even more sad was that this year was Ashtray's first year as a professional writer. Others were 17 or 18 years old, and young lads in their twenties entered the online literature world full of energy. They either became gods with one book, or became gods in their late twenties. Ashtray's 34 years old was indeed the start of a new life, and he still had a dispirited body. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
But for Ashtray, who was born in the Year of the Monkey, he was naturally optimistic and open-minded. Age wasn't important, what was important was a young heart and a healthy body. Ashtray had successfully quit smoking, drinking, and masturbating. The liver function report from yesterday was probably the best birthday present Ashtray had received this year.
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