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Her

By Corn Syrup

She wouldn't tell me why she ate the car. I mean, we used that car. We went to the grocery store, the movies, our friends house. Now we stay at home. I'm not walking.

I want her flesh to melt. That would teach her. I love her, but, she deserves it. I would laugh as it melts, of course, she might kill me afterwords. But it would be worth it.

Right now we are playing cards. We're playing "Fish". I'm winning. I usually never win, but today, I am. "Do you have nine?".

She is pretty. She reminds me of my mother. She reminds me of the television. Sometimes I'll change the channel, but, I havn't recently.

She wants to buy some pets. Right now we have none. She wants a cat, a fish, and a bird. I wouldn't mind a bird. But, what would we do with a cat, I mean, birds at least fly. Cats, do nothing. And well, a fish, usually are orange. Oh sure, fish are excellent cooks, but these days, who eats?

Tomorrow, while watching T.V., a bowl of potato chips will surround us. She will choke and die on one. Oh well.

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