The Easter Birthday, Redux
It was my birthday on Sunday.
What a lovely morning. I thought I'd treat myself to a blueberry scone from the bakery across the street. What a a delightful treat for my birthday.
I walk across the street, full of anticipation, with a smile on my face.
The bakery is closed.
Damn it, Jesus, not again. Come on, man, you got resurrected. I can't even get a scone.
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