


If he were here now, he could have whatever kind of cake he wanted; I just happened to have a few cupcakes left over. In one of these shots, I know I look kind of sweaty - I didn't bake these but if you want to think I did, go right ahead. Wishing Stewart a very, very happy birthday; if I had his phone number, I'd call tonight from my flute lesson and play a very corny duet version of "Happy Birthday" with my flute teacher for him.
Yes, that's exactly the kind of birthday present I've been imagining myself giving to him...
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