![]() ![]() The air around me morphed into a shimmering tsunami of pink and purple metallic confetti, and throaty laughter filled my ears. They pounced, silently and with no warning. There I was, just minding my own business, looking for a cup of coffee in the Bell Harbor Plastic Surgery Center staff lounge, when suddenly I was surrounded. So I should have known I couldn’t tiptoe past this day with both my secret, and my dignity, intact. To my real Gabby and my real Hillery, my BFFs before BFFs were even invented.īIRTHDAY PARTIES ARE A LOT like pelvic exams-a little uncomfortable, a little awkward, a little too personal, but an unavoidable yearly nuisance-like a Pap smear, only with presents. Library of Congress Control Number: 2013917677 No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. ![]() ![]() Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. ![]()
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