My Life, My Choices
I laid my phone on the counter, playing my music as I cooked,
“Fuck you, and you, and you, I hate your friends and they hate me too, I’m through, I’m through, I’m through, this that hot girl bummer anthem, turn it up and make a tantrum…” I sang as I cooked the french toast, Dime joining in now and then from the living room,
“Breakfast is served fatty!” I shouted as I brought out the french toast
“Why thank you, servant,” Dime replied as she sat down at the table,
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