Dinner again, 2 consecutive night of good food. Fats, on their way here. Anyhow, she teared upon retarded Malcom's comment. Hmm, don't think too much alright. I know your mom must be feeling sorry for not being able to spend your birthday with you. She'll make up with it for sure. You're seventeen, you must learn to be an understanding daughter.

12 roses for you, and the cool jeans. I know you'll love it. I promise to get you another stuff from your to-get-list regardless of price. You can keep it and redeem it in 10 years time. Get a bungalow or whatever, it still holds. A promise is a promise and Zilly will never back out on it. Last half an hour, enjoy.

Your tears DON'T fall.