Tonight, my sisters and I had a long supper at one of our favorite local restaurants. The place was incredibly busy, and the wait staff could not keep up despite their very best efforts. Even as we left at 9:00, they were still hurrying, trying to take care of everyone. As my sister stood to pay her check she began to laugh, loudly. As I followed her eyes, I saw a young boy, probably about 7 or 8-years-old. He was standing, unattended in front of a full-sheet cake that read "Feliz Cumpleanos Joshua." He was using a fork to shovel the corner of the cake into his mouth as fast as he possibly could. It was obvious that despite the area this boy had recently demolished, the rest of the cake had not yet been cut into. My sister almost asked if he was Joshua, but she was afraid he might say no.
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