Well, I survived the 15th birthday party. A bunch of sweaty teenage boys, 4 pizzas, lots of pop, a lot of noise, 2 1/2 dozen donuts, a gallon of milk, but I survived. Ben took the first piece of cake, so Colin grabbed it, smashed it in Ben's face, then Ben got Colin right back. Reminds me of my wedding day.
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