7.
They finally come up with a deal. We had to slide them 5 dollars. That was nothing. My dad slid them 5 dollars for the lighter.
I swear they do too much. Made all that fuss over that little Dragon lighter. But I couldn’t understand why they needed it so badly.
Anyways, we finally lit the candles and sang happy birthday to little Johnny. I’m so glad my uncles and them came to their senses because that was honestly getting ridiculous.
Time to go grub and tear up some of Granny’s tasty homemade cooking. I’ve been waiting all freaking day.
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