From the kitchen the last time The Boy was home:
The Boy: Mom! You need to call the police…
daisyfae: What happened?
The Boy: Someone stole all our fucking food*.
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* Shopping for one is depressing. Buying an apple, a banana, a box of Orville’s “Smart Pop”, some low fat yogurt, a few frozen entrees and a 12 pack of Diet Coke just screams “i’m preparing to die alone”. He’s got a car, a job and my credit card. He won’t starve.
