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They
all
wished
him
happy
birthday
.
The
cake
with
eight
candles
was
there
on
a
tray
with
some
of
the
presents
--
several
presents
,
but
perhaps
not
quite
so
many
as
he
usually
had
on
his
birthday
.
But
Daddy
said
,
"
There
may
be
more
presents
later
in
the
day
.
They
do
n't
all
necessarily
come
in
the
morning
.
"
Eric
was
very
pleased
with
all
of
his
presents
.
There
were
a
box
of
paints
,
a
toy
pistol
,
a
book
,
and
a
pair
of
blue
jeans
,
and
he
liked
everything
.
How
kind
they
were
--
Mommy
and
Daddy
and
Bobby
and
Betty
!
No
one
could
have
a
kinder
family
than
he
had
,
he
thought
.
He
took
a
couple
of
shots
with
his
pistol
,
and
it
made
a
fine
noise
.
The
whole
family
sat
on
his
bed
and
listened
.
Oh
,
how
he
loved
them
all
!
"
To
think
that
eight
years
have
gone
by
since
this
little
boy
came
into
the
world
!
"
said
Daddy
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mommy
,
"
how
time
flies
!
Do
you
remember
how
it
poured
in
Stockholm
that
day
?
"
"
Mommy
!
I
was
born
in
Stockholm
,
was
n't
I
?
"
said
Eric
.
"
Yes
,
of
course
you
were
,
"
said
Mommy
.
"
But
Bobby
and
Betty
--
they
were
born
in
Malmö
?
"
"
Yes
,
they
were
.
"
"
And
you
,
Daddy
,
you
were
born
in
Gothenburg
,
you
said
.
"
