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 I spent my birthday at school, doing 
              homework, in the cafeteria. 
 Still, it was one of the best birthdays I ever had. Why? Because 
              somebody bought me a birthday balloon. You know, one of those 
              helium filled shiny red balloons with a Mickey Mouse on it. The 
              Mickey Mouse was singing and dancing, wearing one of those pointy 
              poco-dot cartoonish birthday hats, and he was smiling and laughing 
              and having a jolly good time. A table of friends treated me to 
              pizza, and sang me the good old birthday song. When I went home, I 
              tied the balloon to my bag, and almost everyone who passed by gave 
              me the good old birthday greeting. And oh, I finished my homework. 
              What more could I have asked for?
 ****************************************************** And I'll tell you a bit about one of the 
              boys attending my youth group. He is just filled with such a 
              joyful energy that you can't help but smile when you see him. At 
              least, I can't help but smile. He'd call me Tony the Tiger, or 
              sometimes, just Tony, or Tiger, which is just fine with me. And 
              he'd tell me marvelous things. He'd say, 
 "I have a friend whose hair grows from this end of the church to 
              the other end."
 
 "Oh really?" I'd be intrigued, "from this end to that 
              end?"
 
 "Yup, just a bit longer, in fact."
 
 "Cool, can you bring your friend some time?"
 
 "Well, it's actually a friend's friend... and unfortunately," 
              He tried to jerk a tear, "she has already 
              passed away."
 
 "Uh huh, I thought so."
 
 Errrgh. Pause. Then a little light bulb bloomed upon him.
 
 "...Huh, gotcha! She's actually still alive you know."
 
 "Well, so will you bring her some time?"
 
 "Well actually, she's my friend's friend's friend... In fact, I 
              don't know her very well...So umm, I guess if you 
              really want, I can ask my friend to ask his 
              friend to ask her..."
 ****************************************************** And another time, he was telling me about 
              another one of his friend's friends. 
 "He eats snakes." He would tell me, fully animated, "In fact, he 
              only eats snakes."
 
 "Oh really? Is he a snake?"
 
 "Not really."
 
 "And how tall is he?"
 
 "Oh, six-foot-three."
 
 "And how much does he weigh?"
 
 "Oh, sixty-pounds."
 
 "Wow, then he must be a snake!"
 
 "Actually, I am not so sure, because you see, he is a friend of a 
              friend."
 
 "Can you bring him to youth group some time?"
 
 "Actually, if I heard correctly, he passed away yesterday..."
 
 "Him too?"
 
 "Well actually, I've got some good news. He came back to life today, it must have been a miracle! But 
              you see, he will need lots of rest because he has just come back 
              to life."
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