Happy Birthday

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"This is the worst birthday ever..." I mutter to myself, staring out at the dark night landscape which I refer to "the view from my window".

The door bell goes.  I stare out far to try and see who it is.  Just a butt is in sight... A familiar butt... A DYLAN BUTT!

I run down the stairs and trip.  Landing on the last step, I enthusiastically get up and continue pacing my way to the door.

I open it and flip my hair in the process.

"Hey I-"

"Happy Birthday!"  He shouts, shaking a box that is bigger than him.

"Oh my god!"  I squeal in reply, jumping up and down, "no one was really celebrating it so I gave up hope."

"You really think that I would forget?" 

"Nahhhh..."  I drone in response laughing uncontrollably. 

"Um... You may have to unwrap it out here though..."  He begins.

"Why?"  I asked, clearly confused.

"Because... Because I can't get it through the door."

I laugh and smile from ear to ear.  As I make my way outside, Dylan strains his neck so he can kiss my head.

I turn to him and say:

"Love you..."

He turns around slowly and echoes:

"I love you too."

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