I don't know how I did it but it looks like I made it through the night okay.
Looking down at my scarred hands, I count one... two...three...five fingers;
good I'm in one piece.
Piece...
Piece of cake.
mmm.
Fuck that fat bitch gets to eat cake while I attempt to swallow my soggy weet-bix.
Well I know what I can have that will trump that anyday.
ICE CREAM! WITH ICE MAGIC (that chocolate stuff that hardens when you put it on)
Yep I'm going to have that for breakfast. And the best part of it all is knowing that she can't bend far down far enough to open her freezer door.
Yeah. Take that bitch.
Butters.
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