For my birthday...

There is actually one "gift" that I really want. Perhaps more than anything. More than that pony I've wanted since I was a kid. More than that dream sports car I've been wanting for a year or so. More than... like I said.... anything.
You wouldn't have to wrap it.
You wouldn't have to waste any extra time.
It wouldn't cost you much. Maybe it would even save you some money.
It's kind of a selfish gift, I know. Yet at the same time it's a much needed reminder.
My last real "gift" as a teenager. And one I know I won't get.

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