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*Alexander*
It's my birfthday! They know! They make home prewity. Dad tell me happy birfthday. Daddy put sweets in front me for food. I not wike. They ucky. But I wike cookies. I ate one. Then wook at Daddy wifth smile. He had party hat on. Dad was a stuffy, wike Pooh Bear. I giggled more. I do that lots. Dad came over and kissed my head and Daddy kissed my cheek. "You going to eat more?" Dad asked grabbing a cupcake while Daddy smack his hand. I said, "Ucky." "Great we picked the one child in the universe who doesn't like sweets." Dad said stuffing cupcake in mouth. I giggled, "COOKIES!!!!"

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