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It was as if she was the total opposite of him. Polar opposites even. But they were so close, basically the same object. They were an item. He didn't want someone like him, that would only push him away. Oh, such are the peaks and valleys of magnets and their love lives.
Ew? What's that smell? No, I think you cooked it too long. No, it's not supposed to smell like that. No, seriously, take a bite then. Hm? Yeah, exactly. I told you it was a stupid idea. It doesn't matter what it's made of, Fruit By The Foot just wasn't meant to be grilled.
There's none left, said the priest. All the crackers were gone. Gone. You're only supposed to eat one, you know, to symbolize the body of Christ and all that. But some little rapscallion ate the whole thing. Was this some sort of message from God? How could his savior be defeated by a little boy? For Heaven's sake, he can't even keep his nose clean.
Well, at least it was cheap. Such things are all he could think about, as the water from an exposed pipe dripped onto his head. It's practically a steal, she said. Well, yeah, and people do steal from him. That's why he's thinking about his crappy apartment in his crappy apartment instead of watching the game because his tv was stolen from his crappy apartment.
You live and you...die. Technically speaking that is. Kind of like when you leave an apple out all day. It gets all moldy and keeps the doctor away. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, stay in school. You don't want to end up like me, an apple farmer.
Well, you're not supposed to say the name of it. Because it's bad luck. What? No. No, not that one. You know, the one where everyone goes crazy and he kills his uncle. No. No, they based the Lion King off of it. No. No. No. No it's the one with MacBeth in it...aw shi-
They were like pyramids, but not really. Or Stonehenge, but not quite. Whatever they were, bar the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, he needed to get rid of them. "It's disgusting and gross," she said, "I've never known someone to keep pizza boxes on the ground as long as you."
It's like a beanstalk. Or something. I don't know, what I'm trying to say is that one day you're going to leave and that makes me sad. I've raised you all these years but eventually the time is going to come where you need to set off and see the world, so I'll have to flush you. But not because you were a bad goldfish, but a good one.
Well, this was his and that was the other guy's. He travelled all the way from Connecticut just to stake this one and he'd be damned if some brat was going to take it from him. It wasn't exactly the California gold rush, but this buffet was all he had left and again, he would be damned if he was going to let some fresh-faced sophomore take the last chicken wing.
Well, he's not dead, I'll give him that. And sure, there's the occasional foot massage. Kinda. You have to twist your wrist in a weird way but it works. He's just not much to cuddle with afterwards, you know? I don't know, I just wonder where he got that nickname? Who goes around calling themselves 'Pink Rabbit' on purpose?
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