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Here I am at my sixth birthday party, putting on my best, "You went to all of this trouble for moi?!" look (the hand on the heart drives that sentiment home, doesn't it?) and--at the same time--trying to ignore the two little girls standing to my left (the second girl has been cropped out of the photograph), who
A) aren't really my friends since they always try to pick fights with me and B) can't seem to keep their grubby hands off of my birthday cake, casually licking the frosting from their fingers until one corner of the cake is ugly and bare.

Damn poopyheads.