"Yep, it is! Today is her birthday!"
"Well, she's"--
I'm no idiot. Let's not go there.
"How old do you think she is?"
"She is nineteen!"
"Well I think she's thirty eleven fifty one sixteen and two."
"Whoa, that would be really old. Do you think Amy looks that old?"
"No! Then she's twenty-two, I guess."
"How can you tell that she's twenty-two?"
"Because she's pretty and she smells good all the time. And when you're twenty-eight you start to smell bad. And your hair is green."
Happy Birthday, Amy! You make twenty-two look good.
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