A piece of left over birthday cake my neighbor gives me. That evening, I light a candle, and believe for a minute it’s my birthday, not the 82 year old down the block. Chocolate with lots of sugary icing — too sweet, but what I always want, wanted, usually denied.
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#77
A piece of left over birthday cake my neighbor gives me. That evening, I light a candle, and believe for a minute it’s my birthday, not the 82 year old down the block. Chocolate with lots of sugary icing — too sweet, but what I always want, wanted, usually denied.