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An Hour Later
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
That sound.
Crunch.
That stupid sound of horror. I curl my fingers so tight it glows a Snow White. Does he have a death wish? Seriously? Cant he chew that any quieter? Its annoying me so much I feel like im this close to yanking my hair off. I should call the medical department and toss him to an asylmlmu. Because he sure has this habit of annoying me so much.
"Today's sky is a blue-grey brindle with the softest accents of white. The sky invites the eyes to play a
