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I lift the cookie cutter and press it into the icing, before gently lifting the yellow star to place on top of the pale blue cake.
I look at the five stars I've positioned, I feel happy with my handiwork.
Something’s missing though. I know, it needs more gay…time for sprinkles!
As I scatter a tub of rainbow sprinkles over the cake, I think of Charlie and how far he's come. I'm so proud to be his friend.
Hope you have a good birthday, Charlie Spring! I have a feeling it’s going to be the best fucking day ever!