It's G's birthday today. He's gone away to celebrate. He's away for a month. It must be a special birthday. He's 14.
We sent him some presents. We all posed for a photo with a big sign saying happy birthday. I didn't want to at first. I wasn't looking my best. So I looked the other way. I thought the photos had finished so I looked round again. M took another. I was not pleased. I have my reputation to protect and mince down my front and spaghetti in my hair does not help.
Still I like G and I hope he has a happy birthday. It will be nice to see him again. I miss the big lump.
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