" Happy birthday! "

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Call Of Duty:Ghosts

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He stood there, arms full of gifts wrapped in obnoxious orange, a small cake box in one hand, and a folded card tucked under his arm. The card had his unmistakably messy handwriting on it, and inside was a quick note and a doodle that probably looked more like a cryptid than a snow leopard—but it was his. It was him.

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