Emily came down for her birthday celebration (actually, I think she just came down to get some cake). Ripley doesn't seem to mind that there's a net over the pond now. She just jumped in and started swimming anyway.
But Emily got her cake -- she won't tell me what she wished for (I told her there's no proof about that 'telling makes it not come true business -- I want to see some double-blind studies), but I hope it's something she can share.
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I'm realizing that you probably sent me home with most of the cake on accounta my spitting on it when I blew out all those candles. Takes more than just air to put that many candles out.
I did not realize it was also Emilys birthday. She wished me a happy birthday and all I said was thank you. I am a jerk.
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