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My dad was one of 16. When he went to retire, he had to obtain his birth certificate. When he did, he learned to his dismay that his mother had gotten his birthday wrong. It wasn't October 10th, as she had told him. It was September 10th. A whole different sign: Virgo. My old man a Virgo?
And my wife's dad: He once needed his birth certificate to apply for a passport. When he finally tracked it down with the help of his state legislator's office, it simply said "Infant Kane." Go figure.
Life... especially the start of life... can be a little sloppy sometimes. Get over it.
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