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I have kept it safe, locked in my safe. Preserved it with care. Not a speck of dust, no evidence of a fungus. Yet I'm uneasy. You see,I can't sleep. They'll come for it. They'll come after me. I've got to hide it. I take it in a casket, cushioned and conditioned. I wear a hood to cover my face. I run through the masses, through the cleaning robots. In the future,a lot has changed. They've stopped making them saying they're bad for health. But people still crave them. And I have the last one. I run into a dark alley, open the lid to make sure. A whiff escapes out. The man in the corner catches it. He starts coming towards me. I walk away fast... "He's got it",he yells. People stare at me. Start coming at me. I take to my heels. They're behind me. Come from the side streets. They're everywhere!!!! I run through the trees, run up a mountain. They've cornered me. No place to run. Guns in their hands. I take a step back and I trip on a stone. The casket opens and it comes flying out... and falls down into the abyss.. NOOOOO!!!!My precious!!!! The last brownie!!!!!
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
The Last One...
I have kept it safe, locked in my safe. Preserved it with care. Not a speck of dust, no evidence of a fungus. Yet I'm uneasy. You see,I can't sleep. They'll come for it. They'll come after me. I've got to hide it. I take it in a casket, cushioned and conditioned. I wear a hood to cover my face. I run through the masses, through the cleaning robots. In the future,a lot has changed. They've stopped making them saying they're bad for health. But people still crave them. And I have the last one. I run into a dark alley, open the lid to make sure. A whiff escapes out. The man in the corner catches it. He starts coming towards me. I walk away fast... "He's got it",he yells. People stare at me. Start coming at me. I take to my heels. They're behind me. Come from the side streets. They're everywhere!!!! I run through the trees, run up a mountain. They've cornered me. No place to run. Guns in their hands. I take a step back and I trip on a stone. The casket opens and it comes flying out... and falls down into the abyss.. NOOOOO!!!!My precious!!!! The last brownie!!!!!
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M/Indian
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
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