"I heard you telling the boss the other day about how you didn't get a cake this year,
and didn't have any candles to blow out.
I was in the other room and I thought
'Ah Ha! I'll make her a cake!'"
And she did.
And it is delicious.
And the sweetness of it (the cake and the gesture) is enough to make me cry.
I love you, Kimmie.
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