One hundred writespirations (though I’ve only recently joined in), so this week’s prompt is
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Six Generations, started from a single lie.
The cake was brought in as everybody sang.
She smiled sweetly, then suddenly started to laugh.
Everyone applauded, singing even louder.
To the person on her left she whispered,
‘I’m only 99. We had to lie about my age to marry and no-one ever found out!’