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There once was a cupcake named Donald. He has everything a cupcake could want frosting, quality paper bottom, and even sprinkles. He was a strong cupcake capable of feats other baked goods could only dream of. One day some bread broke his legs, licked his frosting, and killed his family. He died in a puddle of his own crums.
These are my good nights. always.
I stood outside as I turned 22 today. The sky was back with not a single star. I felt very alone in that moment. I then went to wal-mart and bought a Frisbee for Brent. and some pizza and Gin for myself. so far this is my birthday.