cakes are not my fave


i opened the fridge door. i bent over to look in. i backed away. my hands cupped my face. my legs bent. i was down on my knees. i broke down and cried.

i know what that meant. my generous aunt was here today. she was there, i wasnt even there. dad's working night shift.

damn, what's this feeling that engulfed me? adam, dont give in.

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