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I asked Max what kind of cake he wanted. This was his response:
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You can get those literally anywhere else! Except maybe a desert.
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I mean, don't get me wrong, it's decent if you like Disneyworld, aquariums, or museums full of sunken Spanish gold, but other than that....Well, there's not much else to do. 🤷
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I second that motion.
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Hey, Terry. We're doing well. Two more days until Max reaches his double digit birthday. Uncle Mickey, the in-laws, and some of Max's friends from school and the dance studio will be attending.
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*looks at clock* Whoops! Is it that late already? I'd love to drag this out some more, but I have some stuff planned for tomorrow. Good night, guys!
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Who's delusional now?
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Pot, kettle.
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No, I hit Texas!
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You've proliferated WMG: Weapons of Mass Glitteration.
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My target systems are 100% accurate!
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Have a taste of your own medicine!
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I would've been a Senior.
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Hey, Terry.
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Max, I would say, is actually a fine shade of olive in terms of skin tone. I think he had one Black and one white parent, though there weren't many details provided about them in the file. Max has wide, curious brown eyes set in a heart-shaped face, with freckles scattered across cheeks and brow. His lips are full and rosy, set beneath a button nose with pencil eyebrows. Max's hair is the color of milk chocolate, tightly coiled like clockwork springs. Altogether, he's a very handsome lad, which caused quite a consternation at school.
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Oops, sorry. That's not a photo of Max; just a random picture I found.
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That sounds satirical.
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Hey, Dugh and Mum. Max sends his regards.
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Hey, Drewdrop!
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Hey, Terry.
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Currently, it's only a bill proposal; it has yet to be passed into law.
