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Sweet Sixteen

“Happy Birthday!” said each person that walked into my party. Each person came in and looked like they were ready to have a fun time. One by One they filed in until there was no one else. I stood there outside, in the freezing cold. Even though he wasn’t invited I was waiting on the bit of hope I had left.

I imagined him coming to the door. He would be looking his best and his hair would be the neatest. He would stride to me as if time stood still and he would at me as he walked in. He would be at my side the whole party showing me the best time. As I would blow out the candles and make a wish, he would give me the kiss to answer it.

I found myself starting to get frost bitten so I started to go inside. I glanced back one more time, as if in a movie. nothing… Nothing but friends wanting my to come in. I went inside and the party started.

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