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5ad953d "Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back." birthday kiss love magnus malec Cassandra Clare
9975b3d Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in. birthday life Lynsay Sands
ab20dc2 "I'm sorry I can't do more. But happy birthday, Sadie." He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips." birthday cute kiss lips love sadie-kane sweet Rick Riordan
f146d47 Happy Birthday Seaweed Brain birthday percabeth percy Rick Riordan
379c829 I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army. Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two. birthday dramatic grave joined wife John Scalzi
181fc05 "We were poor back then. Not living in a cardboard carton poor, not "we might have to eat the dog" poor, but still poor. Poor like, no insurance poor, and going to McDonald's was a really big excitement poor, wearing socks for gloves in the winter poor, and collecting nickels and dimes from the washing machine because she never got allowance, that kind of poor... poor enough to be nostalgic about poverty. So, when my mom and dad took me here for my tenth birthday, it was a really big deal. They'd saved up for two months to take me to the photography store and they bought me a Kodak Instamatic film camera... I really miss those days, because we were still a real family back then... this mall doesn't even have a film photography store anymore, just a cell phone and digital camera store, it's depressing..." birthday camera canada cape-breton cardboard coins digital dog film future instamatic insurance kodak mall mcdonald-s nostalgia nostalgic nova-scotia past poor poverty shopping washing-machine wishes Rebecca McNutt
07cfcf4 It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day. birthday iris-murdoch the-green-knight unhappy Iris Murdoch
35a2e9e "Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after... you know... after the funeral we haven't had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you'd be more mature now that Jud's gone," her father had disappointedly added. "How much'd that cake cost you?" "It's paid for," Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. "I used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy's last year and I... it was my birthday, dad!" "You can't even be normal about this one thing, can you?" her father had complained. Mandy hadn't cried, she'd only stared back knowingly, her voice shaky. "...I'm normal." argument birthday brother cake death-of-a-sibling depression father funeral grief loss memory money mourning normal nostalgia parent sibling Rebecca McNutt