065. On every birthday, George blows out half the candles.
He keeps the others lit and goes to bed.
Every time, the next morning - even though all the windows and doors have been shut to cut off a draft - the flames are extinguished on the still sturdy candles. George had always been convinced that somehow it was Fred.
Fred II never told his father he did this, and George never figured it out.
(via imapacifist)
That awkward moment when you finish a good book and you have to face the reality of your boring life.
(Source: justsomerandomfreak, via catch-the-wind-see-us-spin-deac)
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