It is staring at me...
I swear the half a muffin my daughter ask me to save for tomorrow is staring at me. It was my muffin from lunch, but I ask for it to come to the table in a to-go box, and brought it home to her for her after school snack. So, she ate half and wanted me to save the rest. Now it is sitting in a baggie, just staring at me. I can neither eat it, nor throw it away.
Why must it torture me so?
Why must it torture me so?
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