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That’ll be a memory I’ll never forget.

Those simple, once in a lifetime for me anyways, moments where it was just magical. Even if nothing becomes of this, us, I’ll always have last night. It’ll be one of those nights I’ll remember when I’m in a wheelchair at an old folks home, reminiscing about the “good ‘ole” days.

Wade would always be that for me.

Smashing down my breakfast, I get ready for the day. Midway through my first cup of coffee, my first piece of reality from the outside world comes through my bubble and busts it.

Emmy: We have another event to plan.

Me: No.

Emmy: Life’s hard, wear a helmet, babe.

Me: The hell…

Me: Alright, weirdo, what is it now?

Emmy: I want to plan a secret surprise birthday party for Wade.

Me: When is it?

Emmy: In two weeks.

Me: *looks around* Are you crazy?

Emmy: Getting there.

Me: He doesn’t seem like the type that would want a surprise birthday party.

Emmy: He’s not.

Me: Sooo…

Me: Why would we want to do this?

Me: I'm not looking to get one of those glares that penetrate through your skull.

Emmy: He needs a break.

Me: I don’t think that would be considered a break for him.

Emmy: How long have you been working for him? I have years on you.

Me: Yeah, but I’m the one who plans those said parties. I’m the party planner.

Emmy: I thought you were the fearless party planner.

Me: I am.

Me: But I like my paychecks too.

Me: And to have a job.

Emmy: Guess what?

Emmy: We’re doing it.

Emmy: Meet me at the office today at one.

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