So today, I found this old, tattered copy of The Last of the Mohicans in the school library. Which is a cool find anyway, since I practically know the first few lines of it by heart. But what made it really cool was the little message on the title page: "To my darling Nigel, on his 8th birthday, from Mummy, Daddy..." and some other names I couldn't read. Sweet message... dated 1970. So now, Nigel's like what? 49? 50?
But what made it really, really cool was :badumtish: it was dated 1st February, 1970! So, the day we discover Nigel's old birthday present is the date of his 50th birthday!
I don't really even believe in coincidences, but this was far too uncanny! There had to be some divine overtone to the whole thing!
Many hours later, though, here I sit, unsuccessful in finding anybody named Nigel (preferably Anglo-Indian, Fapsian) who was born on 1st February, 1962... So I guess I just have to give up on the idea of the anonymous phonecall, and wish him in spirit instead...
So, if you happen to read this, HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY, NIGEL!!!
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