Feb 2015
There's a fly in my oatmeal, and now I won't eat it.
There's a fly in my oatmeal, get it out please! I pleaded.
It's just a raisin, my father said.
Well now it's all cold, and you'll have to reheat it.
There's a fly in my oatmeal, get it out please! I pleaded.
It's just a raisin, my father said.
Well now it's all cold, and you'll have to reheat it.
I don't actually like oatmeal.
(Pasadena, California)
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