A lost bet was a lost bet, so Kayin sat down on his writing desk and began to compose:
September 13th, 1893
Dear Bored Lady ,
I am just two weeks shy of turning twenty-seven. What a boring age, don't you think? I am hoping that your spirit will manage to keep me young, lest my hair starts graying the second I blow my birthday cake's candles!
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How lucky! You see, that was my theory. I fancied it impossible for anyone to remain truly entertaining beyond the age of twenty-seven. At twenty-seven, one is nearly thirty, and at thirty one may as well be dead.
(In fact, I think that is a myth drilled more into the heads of young women – but you may as well be my test subject of the theory. Now you really must keep writing to me to prove yourself, else I shall have to write you off as old and tedious.)
What are you planning to do to celebrate your birthday? It had better be something wild and entertaining!