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"Antony, are you sure you want to do this?" Sherry asks.

"Of course! We need every advantage we can plan on." I say.

"It's just... this tape looks like it has blood on it." Sherry examines it.

"Nah! Don't be ridiculous, it's probably just red paint. Or cherry juice." I say.

I grab the tape and push it into the TV. I turn it on. I sit down on the sofa. Sherry takes the armchair. I hand her the bowl of popcorn. She takes some and pops it in her mouth. I can't wait for this. Al never talks about his birthday, at all. I need to plan the best party ever. I'm so curious on why he hates birthdays. The TV lights on. 

I see a woman holding the camera. The door opens. A very dirty little boy walks in. He had bruises on his arms and his clothes were ripped and torn. I cock my head. Is that... Al? Awww. He looks so cute.

"Al? What happened?" The woman yells.

"I got bullied again." Little Al sighed. 

"Not again!" The woman sighes.

Little Al looks around.

"What's all this?" He asks.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Baby!" The woman yells. 

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