Saturday was Erik's birthday. He came down from Idaho and Ally and I threw him a birthday party. We made him the traditional cake my mom would make for him every year growing up (it was a lot of work). Ally picked up the cake to carry it to the table and then... she dropped it. Half of it fell on the floor and the other half was just destroyed on the plate. We still ate it though.
She would.What I really want to know is who let Ally pick up the cake in the first place.
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