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As the little boy sat there amongst the happy crowd, the Smiling Man hissed his annual congratulations.
“Another year gone, Johnny,” he said, invisible to all except the small child, “22 left to go.”
With that, the Smiling Man slipped back into the shadows, until next year.
Q. #3: Finish the prompt:
"The birthday candles glowed in the dark. From the shadows emerged a shape."
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Remember, no promos until the outro!
