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“Happy Birthday to you,” he began, bringing a lit candle to the wooden house, it setting ablaze behind him as he walked. With a sick smile, he swapped the candle into his other hand, “Happy Birthday to you.” The smell of smoke was suffocating, the deafening silence in between his sing-song being broken with crackling fire. As he strolled along, he looked down to the melting candle, wax decorating his fingers. He seemed saddened for a moment, “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday…” He mumbled, coming to a halt, and throwing the candle in front of him, atop a gravestone that shared his last name, the stone reading ‘a loving father’, “Happy Birthday to you.”
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