“What do you want for your birthday, Guyster?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you want for your birthday?” I repeat the question with playful annoyance.
“I dunno.”
My thumb runs over the smooth glass, tracing his arm.
“How about I wrap up some dog poo and give it to you?”
“No.”
“I’m gonna unless you tell me--“
“No!”
I rub over his face.“Okay. I’m
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