Life of Eve
I mean, the kid is trying his hardest after he refused to go to therapy; give him a break, man.
We were munching slowly and casually on our chicken nuggets when a familiar scent tickled my nostrils. I knew that scent anywhere, even if my memory gets wiped, I would never forget that scent and it got me angry as hell.
"Evie, are you okay?" Rodney asked casually.
"Yeah, why?" I forced a smile at him.
"You're forcing a smile, you look uncomfortable and you just killed the poor nugget." He giggled for emphasis and I looked down to see I had squeezed and disembodied the poor little nugget.
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