Cary B Sands

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Look at it. Sitting there. Taunting me. Me wants. Me can’t get. Me can’t have. I don’t know how it got there, but I know that it doesn’t belong there. It belongs in my belly. I don’t even know what it is. I want it anyway. After all, why shouldn’t I eat it? It smells like food. It looks like food. It must be num-nums. So golden, so delicious, so crunchy.

There’s no one else here but me. They’ve left me all alone once again. There’s food in my bowl, but it’s brown and dry and smells like processed, dehydrated, machine separated gobbledy-gook. Not like this…this little piece of heaven, sent here by an angel, filled with all the delights of…um…something. Why shouldn’t I have it? That fat one sits and eats all the time. Nobody stops him. Whenever he gets up off the couch, it smells awful. Like hot…

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