The Birthday Card

Rated: K

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“Hey!” She slapped at the back of his hand. “Get your fingers outta here!”

“Why?” he said, raising his fingers to his mouth to lick the cake batter off.

“Because it’s rude,” she said as she went back to stirring the thick dark mixture. “And unsanitary.” They were alone in the back kitchen that was used specifically for the preparation of his meals and his meals alone.

“But it’s my cake, isn’t it?”

“I don’t see your point.”

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