Cleveland turned another year, but swears it's his last. He doesn't feel like he needs to grow any older. Not that he's hoping for some sort of tragic interruption of the rest of his life, but rather that he feels he just doesn't have to turn another year. Lucky us: we got to celebrate Cleveland's last birthday with him. We managed turkey burgers, carrot cake (a birthday token from Sylvia Hollingsworth), and a very impressive display of candles that burn a flame the color of the wax. Very impressive.
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