Today was my birthday.
I never celebrated it.
No cake.
No presents.
Brice came over.
I didn't expect that.
He came with a cake.
He came with a bag of caramel.
He told me that those were my presents.
I never had my birthday celebrated.
He was very happy and made me happy.
I was so happy.
He stayed for the night.
I took a few risks as we played.
My time was running low.
We played for a long, long time.
I like Brice.
He made me laugh a lot.
My time was getting dangerously low.
I quickly made him go to sleep.
I already miss him.
I sent a piece of cake and caramel over to thank him.
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أدب الهواةEntry #__ I swear I knew him, he must be real. He wasn't just my imagination, he can't be.
