“I used to make my own birthday cakes.” I shrugged. “After I stole the cake mixes from the grocery store. My dad loved milk and eggs, so there was always some at the house. He’d always give me money for that.” I blinked. “He’d ask for his receipt and make sure I brought every penny back.” This man took another step closer to me. “February thirteenth, yeah?” He was asking me for my birthday, and the fact that he even knew what day my birthday was…. “Yeah.” He took another step forward. “I’ve got you from now on.” “For birthday cakes?” I asked, hoping that I didn’t sound as… hopeful as I was
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