Joelle came extremely early and tried to prevent Sophia from defecting to the upstairs neighbours'. The cake mushroomed out of the pan but ended up fitting perfectly. Crimson raspberry sauce and gooey ganache streamed down the cake, over the plate's edge, and onto the table while raspberries slid helplessly down the edge of the cake like calving icebergs. Tamar was the life of the party, and smiled awkwardly while everyone sang Bonne Fete out of tune. She calmly blew out all four candles in a single breath. Now she's 31 and better than ever.
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