Yeah, I’d rather feed the dogs... He always works to get what he wants.
George’s gaze locked with hers, a gentle conviction in his deep voice as he uttered, “Even sans the cake, dreams find their way.”
He paused, sincerity coloring his words. “This year, my birthday wish still echoes for your well–being.”
Isabelle’s serene eyes flitted with understanding.
His sincerity mirrored in his eyes as he spoke softly, “Remember last year? You gave me your wish last year, and I’ll add that to this one, both entwined with the thread of your safety.”
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