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14 candles sitting on a cake.
what should I wish for? I sit here thinking, as the birthday song, runs through my head. I look down at the cake. 14 candles shining so bright, and the icing looks sweet. its almost time to blow, those candles out. there’s no time to think. I need more, because I don’t know what, I should wish for.
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