I want to see. I wake up. I go to the kitchen. They are all there, cowards! They speak with a low voice. I want to hear and prick up my ears. They say that tomorrow is my birthday and that they must hurry up to prepare a cake for me. Aren’t I stupid! The day had started badly; tomorrow it will be a nice day because tomorrow will be my birthday. I have great parents!
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