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She explains. It’s sad what happened to their family, I couldn’t imagine how hard it has been for her, growing up without a mother and I get the feeling her birthday isn’t something she is excited about unlike most shifters. At least she is smart. Something I wasn’t at her age. Coming up to a stop sign on the road I stop and look at her. “I get the sense you’re not happy about your birthday?” “Not really, I do a lot of book work for my dad and there is nothing in his planner about my birthday… I think he has forgotten.” she sighs, and I can smell salt in the air, the tell-tale sign of tears.

I miss her so damn much! "Happy Birthday, Basti."

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

They did not know the idyllic life was only for a while. * * * Gillian was trying her hand at baking a cake. It was Ginny's one-year-old birthday and the cake would be her gift to her little sister. Only the three of them were invited. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Hap--" Gillian and Genova both sang to the little celebrant who kept clapping her small hands. "Happy birthday, little girl!" A gravelly voice suddenly interrupted their singing. The fine hairs on her nape stood at its end when she heard that hateful voice.

“Word on the road you're the birthday girl Don't be sad on your birthday, girl Sittin' in the club like you didn't wanna come So I send a couple of bottles to the birthday girl Ay, you're the birthday girl Do what you like, you're the birthday girl Them girls watch face, but yea, it's all bait That them chicks will hate on the birthday girl You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl…” Thanks, babe! " Sunny hugged him tightly. "But how come you didn't tell me about it?" She glared at her friend. "It was a surprise, babe," a surprise.

In its place, a quiet, crushing ache settled deep in my heart. I had spent years swallowing my pride, making compromises, all to keep Mike by my side. But we had both forgotten one thing—marriage doesn't have room for three people. Then came my birthday. I had originally planned to sit down with him and talk things through. Now, I no longer saw the point. After blocking Cathy, I went to City Hall to sort out the last of my mom's affairs. When I got home, a pair of unfamiliar high heels sat by the front door.

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" Seeing the clear flicker of conflict on her face, I pressed harder, and she finally gave in. But Jared stepped forward from the side and hooked his pinky around hers before cautiously saying, "Naomi happily went to school this morning, Heather. You haven't heard anything about an accident from the school, so why is Miles suddenly asking for money the moment he comes home? "If Naomi's really sick, just cancel the birthday party package. I've never celebrated my birthday before, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway. "Though I've always envied people who throw lively parties to celebrate their birthdays, and this is the first birthday we will be celebrating together, it's fine. I guess I'm jus

My stomach was still feeling a bit weak so I decided not to tempt it with the coffee. I opened my book and just let myself get taken away by the story… A few hours passed and I was still more than content reading my book, but my phone went off, telling me I had a text message. I picked up my phone and checked it. It was Roman. Grinning, i opened it up; R: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear baby girl, Happy Birthday to you! Xx Aww, that’s so cute! Me: Aww thanks baby <3 How’s work going? Xx

She started from the very first page. The diary was a gift from her mother when she turned thirteen. As a kid, Lisa had very bad handwriting. Her mom would often blame it on her father, who also had an equally ugly handwriting. The words on the page were scratchy and scattered, and while a normal person would find it hard to read, Lisa's eyes consumed the words without a pause. On March 1st; yesterday was my birthday, February 29th, since I didn't have one last year, everyone got me two presents, and Aunt Vicky even sent me three. I am so happy I gave one to Felix. Mom said that I am a good girl.