If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
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my mom always lets me mash the potatoes because it helps me deal with my feelings
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“why don’t boys like me” i whisper in front on my computer screen as i wipe the french fry grease from my fingers onto the shirt i’ve been wearing for the past three days
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