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I Sat Alone in My Mansion on My Birthday Until The Cleaning Lady’s Daughter Walked In and Asked the One Question I Couldn’t Answer

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you?” Victor asked, his brow furrowing. “And where is your mother?”

“Mommy’s scrubbing the big tub upstairs,” the girl said, pointing a sticky finger at the ceiling. “She told me to stay in the closet, but it smelled like old shoes. I like cake better. Is that yours?”

Victor looked at the three-tier gold-leaf masterpiece. “It was supposed to be.”

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