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I was seventeen when I got here. I was a fucking teenager. Now I'm twenty-three and shite, actually, I'm twenty-six, because I spent three years back home dealing with that crap two years back and now-

I'm not the same person I was. How the fuck did that happen?

And don't fucking say I grew up, that doesn't fucking help.

In six months I'll have been here six years. Six fucking years. With a three year break, that's nine years - almost a decade with living with this dimension moving shite.

Fuck.

Fuck.

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Oh, boyo. When have things been fair for you?

Ever happens, I'll let you know.

Thanks for the cake, yeah?

Cake?

....it wasn't you?

Someone sent you a mystery cake?

I already ate it!

You feel all right?

I don't think that a bakery that sells little pies inside of cupcakes is going to poison me.

So you didn't send it to me?

I dunno anything about it.

[Should he be worried? He feels like maybe he should be concerned.]

Maybe it's an-

....there's a note.

It's inside the box I didn't see it before.

So who's it from?

....Moore.

...bullshit. How?

Why the fuck would I make that up?

It's right here. Happy birthday, from Moore.

He must've set it up when-- you know. Last time.

I mean-- he didn't stay, he'd've said something, right?

Frankie, if he had stayed, our sex life wouldn't be nearly as fucking active as it is now.

Fuck's sake. I just mean--

He's not the kinda guy who stays outta the way, though, I guess.

Doesn't know the meaning of the word.

Hmn.

....are you jealous?

Should I be?

It's a cake.

I'll notice you didn't get me a cake.

I should be jealous he's a better boyfriend than me? That doesn't make me jealous, just makes me a piece of shit, Eden.

You could get me a cake.