Bloody hell, I couldn't sleep at all last night. I could've sworn there was something I was supposed to do, but no matter how much I wracked my brains, I couldn't figure it out.
I also realised that tomorrow is sort of my birthday. I say 'sort of' because I just turned eighteen a few months ago, so it can't possibly be that time again, unless I've
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We'll have to do something for your birthday. Obviously. It doesn't matter if it was technically a few months ago. And we haven't had anything fun to do in months. What do you want? I can try to make you a cake I suppose... I swear it'll be edible at least.
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There's no reason to go out of your way. I mean... yeah, a cake and all that would be nice, but just spending time with you lot would be perfect.
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Come off it Ron. Of course I'm going to go out of my way. No promises though. It still might end up being a mess. Though I'd expect you to eat it anyway, since I went through the trouble.
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When have you ever known me not to eat something? Especially when it was made by somebody I actually like?
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And well, that's true. [she doesn't answer the last part, but she smiles.]
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Of course it's true. I'm not exactly much of a liar, am I?
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No, I suppose you aren't. You're not exactly the most concealing type.
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What's that supposed to mean? I can lie; I just choose not to.
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You're too honest to lie Ron.
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Oh. Well... right.
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