I am seventeen years old today and to celebrate, the British One and Softie have been making a fuss over me. I think I deserve it.
I have already been outside, plus they cooked me the most delicious feast of diced chicken for my breakfast. For some reason Softie celebrates her birthday with me. The British One gave her something called an iPod.
It looks harmless enough.
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