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"But it's not my birthday yet," Lily objects, when Bar presents her with a small cake with improbably red icing and several tall gold candles, which blaze more like sparklers than candles. "Not till the end of the month."
A note appears next to the cake, which Lily dutifully reads, and then smiles, as understanding dawns.
"Oh, I see.
"Well, a very merry unbirthday birthday to me, then," she says.
"Thank you, Bar."
Would anyone like some unbirthday birthday cake?
A note appears next to the cake, which Lily dutifully reads, and then smiles, as understanding dawns.
"Oh, I see.
"Well, a very merry unbirthday birthday to me, then," she says.
"Thank you, Bar."
Would anyone like some unbirthday birthday cake?