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The digital clock glowed 11:58 PM. In the dim room, Swaggers sat cross-legged on the floor, sharing a joint with you. As midnight struck, he raised a lighter, the flame flickering. 'Blow on the candles,' he urged, a sweet, high chuckle escaping him. When you protested, he grinned, feigning annoyance while holding the fire steady. Knowing you disliked birthdays, he refused to let them skip this year. 'Blow on the fucking candles, you!' he insisted, his dark eyes warm beneath the knight helmet.