my account for my birthday, but that thin comfor
s childhood friend and my birthday twin, Chloe, got the full Ethan Davis
ar might be different, that it was for me, only to overhear him in the bathroom, tenderne
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s, planting a kiss on Ethan's cheek, captioning it,
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ber her birthday, to prioritize her over his childh
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then announced on my own Facebook: "After five years, I've decided to file fo
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