Monday, March 9, 2009
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I'm tearing through a cupboard looking for some goddamned zebra cakes and I can't find any. It crosses my mind that I don't even like zebra cakes but I keep looking. I call out to my mom, "who ate all the zebra cakes?!" Her voice replies to find something else. I think I'm in my grandma's kitchen. There is nothing else that I want. There's a lot of girl scout cookies but not any I like. It's all weird kinds like jelly patties instead of peanut butter patties, I try one of those and I like it. Then there's one called charcoal delight which I think no way does this cookie taste like charcoal. It's a gray ring shaped cookie. I take a bite of one and it does taste like charcoal. I spit it out and I can't believe I was dumb enough to taste it because what else would a charcoal delight taste like but charcoal? Yuck.
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