"Edward?" She pointed at herself, trying to remember. She had the birthday, she knew it once. When was it? She looked off to the side as she tried to remember, realizing that she usually just looked it up on her Tomato. The computer knew a lot more about her than Edward did.
But finally it came to her and she smiled, "Edward was born in the wintery-cold day, the seventh, a prime number. It was in January. One-seven-two-zero-five-eight. That's Edward's day." And with that supreme accomplishment, she stuffed the cake in her mouth, chewing and swallowing. "Edward is a Capricorn!"
Not that she knew what that meant, she just remembered someone saying it once.
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Date: 2011-09-04 11:34 am (UTC)But finally it came to her and she smiled, "Edward was born in the wintery-cold day, the seventh, a prime number. It was in January. One-seven-two-zero-five-eight. That's Edward's day." And with that supreme accomplishment, she stuffed the cake in her mouth, chewing and swallowing. "Edward is a Capricorn!"
Not that she knew what that meant, she just remembered someone saying it once.