Timken remembered when he used to have birthdays. True birthdays. With family.
For years, it has been a number. A number that got increased whenever the day rolled around. He hadn't done anything, really, for any of his birthdays in over a decade.
This birthday was different.
This birthday was too slow for Timken to not remember.
So he actually bought a cake for himself.
Nice!
Have you written any longer stories with Timken as the main character?
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I have not, no. But I do plan on writing an actual story about him in the future.