Happy Birthday to Me

I got woke up on my birthday by the flower delivery guy. I don’t think he likes me. Last time he came here, he had flowers for somebody else, and he seemed to take it personally and blame me for not being the right recipient. So this time he hands them to me, seeming upset because he had to wait for me to put a robe on and come upstairs, and leaves without saying anything.

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