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Sasha knew Ali didn't like much celebration on her birthday; it was the darker fae's fault, really. In the year after they met, Sasha had tried to organize a birthday party. To say that it had gone poorly would be an understatement; attendance was abysmal. So, when Ali came home that evening, Sasha simply offered her a gentle embrace, a soft kiss, and a quiet "happy birthday, my love."