We have to make a decision.
We decide to vote for our finance minister, and our young minister. I know we are going to regret this, but what to do? She control my bank account, and he is my future prime minister.
I am going to chicken out this time. And sing. Happy Birthday! Mommy and William.
Who needs a cooling off period when you have been starving since afternoon. We cut the cake and share, I take the biggest piece, off course. Someday, someday I am going to give up my piece, but not today.
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