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"Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back."
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birthday
kiss
love
magnus
malec
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Cassandra Clare |
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Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.
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birthday
life
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Lynsay Sands |
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"I'm sorry I can't do more. But happy birthday, Sadie." He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips."
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birthday
cute
kiss
lips
love
sadie-kane
sweet
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Rick Riordan |
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Happy Birthday Seaweed Brain
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birthday
percabeth
percy
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Rick Riordan |
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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.
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birthday
dramatic
grave
joined
wife
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John Scalzi |
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"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..."
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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
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Rebecca McNutt |
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It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
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birthday
iris-murdoch
the-green-knight
unhappy
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Iris Murdoch |
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"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."
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argument
birthday
brother
cake
death-of-a-sibling
depression
father
funeral
grief
loss
memory
money
mourning
normal
nostalgia
parent
sibling
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