"How's Elsie these days?" I asked.
"She's getting worse. She brought me a birthday cake."
"Was it your birthday?"
"No. But she told us to pretend that it was and we ended up having to humour her. We sat around my living room with glasses of wine and boxes of things you don't want to know about singing 'Happy birthday' while she insisted I blow out the candles."
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