She sat down surrounded by all her friends, smiling and loving the attention. She had recently gotten her hair, lashes and nails done, and she looked like a Queen. She began a conversation with the man on her left, pretending not to see the cake in front of her.
With the main meals eaten, it was time to finally get into the cake. There were well wishes and cards thrown at the birthday girl, even the new additions to the group looked excited. No song was sang but jubilation was felt by all. The cake was cut into pieces, with the birthday girl getting the best slice. We ate, we talked, and we got back to work.
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The Art of Trying to Write 