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I had fabulous plans for my birthday, of course, in the frivolous recesses of my pre-50 mind. I imagined champagne flowing throughout the weekend, lots of gushy cards, a sendoff to end all sendoffs into my next decade of self-discovery. Instead, my husband and I are fighting over why we’re suddenly out of firewood.
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