The Spotted Two Seven
All I care about on my birthday is…that there's a cake.
You can't have a birthday without cake! I don't care how old you are!
I demand cake!
So, the man made me a cake.
Without a single bit of help!!
And when he finally finished, I feasted my eyes upon this masterpiece. He melts my little heart. A spotted giraffe cake, just for me. Aw shucks. So far, 27's treating me quite well, thank you very much! I think this has potential to be the best year yet! Partay!
(Also, I realized tonight that maybe some don't have the inside scoop on me and giraffes. So here's the abridged version: when you're a kid, the question usually comes up, "If you were an animal, which would you be?" Lions, and tigers, and bears, not me! But a giraffe…oh that's good. Yes, I'd be a giraffe. Definitely. Tall and spotted. Just like Kendall.)
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