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May 22, 2020 at 9:36 pm #6084
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    “Finnley!” Like prodded the sleeping lump. “Finnley, stop pretending to be asleep!”

    Reluctantly Finnley rolled over, blinking in the glare of the torch Liz was shining at her, and came straight to the point.

    “You forgot, didn’t you?”

    “I did not forget!” Liz replied with a sniff. “If I’d forgotten I wouldn’t be here now, would I? Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to…” Liz started to sing.

    “It’s four thirty in the morning, for god’s sake Liz, get out of my bedroom! You forgot!”

    “You won’t be wanting your present then,” Liz flounced out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

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