Listening to: So Flute, St. Germaine
Thinking of:

-An oatmeal cookie-

Like a bit of cookie thats broken off after a tustle, I feel the same way as well. Of course, without the fear of being dipped into milk and munched on later by some kid. A little guilty, a little sad and well, a little blank. But only as blank as the face of the cookie as its being dipped into that big glass of milk.

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