Yesterday, I went over to my Little Brother’s house because it was his 12th birthday, so his family was getting together for cake and ice cream. (His mom got trick candles. I am a big fan of trick candles.) Anyways, we’re hanging out front on the street throwing the football and his buddy Phillip comes riding up on his scooter with tinfoil in his hand.
“Hey Steve, I forgot it was your birthday until like an hour ago, so this is all I could get you.” So he opens up the tinfoil, and pulls out a cookie from a nearby bakery. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dollar in change, the only other thing he could scrounge up in the past hour so that he could give his buddy a birthday present. Awesome.
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