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09-04-01, for Katie

She come bearing messages...

Out floats a single balloon (it's a small bottle, what do you expect?) and a note. She unwraps the note, clears her throat, and announces to the gathered throngs...

Happy Birthday Katie! <and with a flutter, she is gone...until the next time.>

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