I arrived home and a cake was in our refrigerator: "Happy Birthday from Michael and Island" or somesuch thing. My family (those related by blood, mind you) hadn't baked me a cake this year, so every few hours, as I waited for Bruce to come home from work at the W-C, I would check on it. Make sure it was still there. I've come to realize that birthday cake is very surprising, no matter what form it may take. If it first appears to you ablaze with candles as people sing or if it first appears sitting quietly in the fridge. Yes.
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