miss layla, practicing with andy's cake,
getting ready for her own big birthday next month.
me, learning the exact distance to keep between us
so that i'm not spending hours scraping frosting off my lens.
given zac's recent foolery,
i'd like to give a hint about what her present will be.
two words, zac.
push. pops. (sorry, erin)
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