Merry Bad Birthday
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Última publicación mar, mar 28, 2023
"I blew out my imaginary birthday candles, sealing my hopeless pleas to the universe".
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It's 1989, and birthday's were an important event to Joey Flevic. That was until he got kicked out of his home the day he turned 18, left to fend for himself in an unfamiliar city with no one to turn to.
Gilbert "Slade" expresses himself as outgoing, cheerful, and positive. However, things weren't as sunny as they seemed on the inside.
When it felt like the world was against them the most, a miracle came in the form of belated birthday wishes and a run-down arcade machine.
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