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[hexuality]

Winter in July. I reckon there's something comforting about a bit of routine or familiarity here for all the mad things that happen. Sort of like how I'm almost positive we'll have summer around Christmas and definitely mistletoe again—that was my first curse, of course, and it's happened every year since.

Though I'm never sure how to handle birthdays here. I mean, with people who aren't around anymore. It feels a bit weird to ignore them altogether because it isn't just another day back home, so why should it be here? Then again, you don't just go around throwing parties for an empty chair, either.

I used to visit the Hall of the Missing, but that's a bit depressing, don't you think?


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I've gone a few years without it coming to this, but I suppose there's a first time for everything. I'd like to make a trade and I've heard you're the one to speak to about it.

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[keepinitsaucy]

I hear you... I tried making a cake for my cousin once, for his birthday. He likes this trading card game, I forget what it's called, so I thought that would be cool for a cake.

Ended up with frosting everywhere.

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[hexuality]

Well, yeah, that's usually the case. But honestly, frosting's the best part, isn't it? My old roommate used to make cupcakes all the time and she'd be so cross with me—eating it straight out of the bowl before she could use any of it.