37 candles.
I’ve made my wish.
I’m blowing them out.
Sorry about the spittle. I know you are thinking, “I’m not having that piece with the pink rose and capital G.”
I leave one candle burning.
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Ah, ha! Yeah, I have one boyfriend. Stop teasing. But he’s really my ex-boyfriend. I married him.
How nice. I get the first piece. Make it big! I’m entitled. Just one scoop of ice cream, though.
Okay, two.
I’m celebrating.
