Est. 1999 Version 8
This morning in the faculty lounge at my school I spotted an open ziploc baggy of rock candy. You know, those little candies that look like pebbles, but are made almost entirely of sugar? I looked for the biggest one and plopped it in my mouth, ran my tongue over it and gently bit down. Rats. It was a rock. A real one.
I spit it out as quickly as I could and then looked around for witnesses and hidden cameras. I’m pretty sure nobody caught me, but the theater teacher did look really amused when she walked in seconds later. Had she been at the door? Rats.
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