When I was little I loved my chocolate bunny so much I slept with it. Was traumatized when I woke up in a giant smear-pool of chocolate with little candy eyes floating in it. Never the same.
When I was little I loved my chocolate bunny so much I slept with it. Was traumatized when I woke up in a giant smear-pool of chocolate with little candy eyes floating in it. Never the same.
When I was little I loved my chocolate bunny so much I slept with it. Was traumatized when I woke up in a giant smear-pool of chocolate with little candy eyes floating in it. Never the same.
I sense there will be a new Substack devoted to airing of holiday trauma. The vignettes would probably make an excellent book.
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