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Why is that? Afraid your wish might be granted?

The Devil, never will guarantee exactly how he’ll grant you an audience with him.

That is a very ominous statement.

Wishes are as simple and difficult as that.

I'll stick to not wishing.

Not what I meant. You’ve read contracts, right? You’ll know there’s fine print, wishes have fine print. I'd still want to see you blow out candles on your birthday cake and make a wish.

Ah, yes. The fine print. The words between the lines. Again, another reason not to wish. It seems a great risk to take.

I hardly remember when my birthday even is.

Ah-uh.

You don’t? Why is that?

Why do you take the risk of making wishes? What if they come true?

When a person has an infinite amount of time it seems hardly worth the effort to celebrate the passing of just one year.

Yes, What if they come true.

Six months ago I was laying in a wrecked car, holding my wife’s hand, I remember the light around the scene more than any of the passing time. Six months ago before that I would have told you no one has an infinite amount of time. Then I remember the light. And I’d tell you now; you can stand in front of the light. You can be on the other side of the light. Then there are those who are in the valley looking for the light. And the valley, knows no time.

When you do not know time, when it holds no meaning? Things like birthdays slip away.

...you have quite a way with words, Joshua.

I'd have thought a person would hold onto those things more dearly.

Would you expect anything less from a pastor’s son?

A pastor's son. I wouldn't know what to expect from a pastor's son, I've yet to know one.

Looks like you can now say you know one.

I will do my best not to corrupt you.

[Laughs.] The Girl Scout cookies beat you too it.

Those cookies will only corrupt your waistline.

My boss thinks my waistline can afford to be corrupted.

Someone is supplying you with cookies?

Do I need my lawyer?

Heavens no! I would just hope that after all this talk about these magical cookies you would at least give me the chance to try one.

When the Girl Scouts are selling back at home, I’ll tell Ma to throw in an extra box for you when she sends me mine.

You are such a kind old soul.

You say that now. Thing is, the box might not make it out of my apartment.

Touche.