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Saturday, May 29th: Your birthday.

The clock on your nightstand reads 9 o'clock.

You finish applying your makeup and slip into your elegant dress. And you put on your fancy shoes, as you head out of the main entrance.

A few bus rides later, you arrive at the main entrance of Mary-Mayve's house.

It's pitch black. The lights are off. Your mind blanks and jumps to the worst of conclusions.

You bust the door down and scream a war cry.

"Surprise!"everyone choruses, ignoring your scream.

The people start dancing and the DJ plays some music.

"What do you want to do first, bestie?"Mary-Mayve asks you, as she stands proud, happy with her party planning skills.

If you want to dance-off, boogie on over to 48

If you want to eat cake, grab a slice at 7

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