The Best Kind of Lie
"Lance! It's my birthday, and this is what you're giving me? A tiny cake like this? You think you're so funny, huh?"
In the darkness, he grabbed my wrist before pulling me into his arms.
"Last year, I ordered a cake for your birthday, and you lectured me for wasting money," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of mock sadness.
"This year, I didn't waste any money. These little cakes are perfect. They're cheap and practical, and you get to eat them for three days."
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My boyfriend, Lance Gill, and I were the infamous poor couple in our apartment building, Unit 21 of Block 4.
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