MASTER, I'M ADDICTED TO LUST
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Mom and I spent the whole afternoon at the amusement park, where I went on several rides, including the Ferris wheel and the bumper cars.
I also ate a lot of delicious food, but my favorite was the honey-flavored cloud, which my mom called cotton candy.
I liked that cotton candy so much that I ate about four by myself, and the worst part was that after a while my stomach started to hurt.
"I shouldn't have let you eat that much sugar," my mom said while driving.
"It wasn't your fault," I said from the back seat.
"I just liked that honey cotton candy a little too much."
"It's cotton candy, darling." She smiled.