On Wednesday morning, Ringo'd find a bunch of sports drinks sitting outside her door, and a card that read, in mostly-legible chicken scratch:
Didn't know it was your birthday. Happy birthday or something. I don't know what you like outside of inline skates and winning, but hey, maybe this'll give you a shot at beating me sometime.
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Date: 2016-03-02 01:34 pm (UTC)Didn't know it was your birthday. Happy birthday or something. I don't know what you like outside of inline skates and winning, but hey, maybe this'll give you a shot at beating me sometime.
Dante.