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She leaned down and grabbed a skillet. “My birthday? It’s September 12th. What’s yours?” she asked. She put the skillet on the burner and poured oil into it so the pancakes didn’t stick.

“Ah, then it’s passed. Too bad,” He sighed. “I should’ve married you sooner,” He said jokingly. “Mine is on November 27th, later this year would be my twenty-fourth birthday.” He smiled and drank a cup of milk.

“Sorry about that,” Azalea apologized. “Nice. 24, nothing new legally really happens then, right?” She poured some pancake batter onto the skillet after covering it in the oil. She set a stopwatch to see how long one side took.

“I can still get you a present. Better late than never, right? Um, yeah. But still I got something new over here at 24. A big change, huge.” He walked over to her and hugged her again.