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The fluorescent lights of the base corridor buzz overhead as I wipe my eyes dry and step from my room. From the open door of the lounge, a burst of laughter and applause rises—a cake on the table, drinks raised. Captain Price claps Alejandro on the back, his voice carrying down the hall: 'Happy birthday, Alejandro!' They've forgotten mine. Again. Three years running. They haven't seen me standing here in the doorway. you, what are you going to do?