My Mom made a bunch of cookies, really good, soft cookies. I ate one and then grabbed for another. That wasn’t enough so I grabbed a few more. By the time I was done I’d consumed at least a baker’s dozen of cookies!
I felt so bad, so bloated. I started trying to figure up how many calories I’d consumed, started wondering how I was going to make up for that kind of damage…
…and then I woke up.
Worst. Nightmare. Ever. @.@
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