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5ad953d
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"Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back."
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kiss
love
magnus
malec
birthday
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Cassandra Clare |
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9975b3d
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Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.
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life
birthday
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Lynsay Sands |
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ab20dc2
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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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kiss
love
birthday
cute
sadie-kane
sweet
lips
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Rick Riordan |
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f146d47
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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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379c829
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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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joined
birthday
dramatic
wife
grave
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John Scalzi |
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181fc05
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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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poverty
future
past
cardboard
coins
washing-machine
instamatic
kodak
cape-breton
nova-scotia
mcdonald-s
camera
digital
birthday
mall
canada
nostalgic
shopping
film
poor
insurance
wishes
dog
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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07cfcf4
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It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
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the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
unhappy
birthday
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Iris Murdoch |
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35a2e9e
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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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money
mourning
grief
loss
depression
death-of-a-sibling
sibling
brother
cake
argument
birthday
funeral
parent
normal
father
memory
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |