

The Great Cake EscapeThe Great Cake EscapeThe Great Cake Escape
by Nathan Glynn
It all started on a foggy Monday night. Not foggy in the traditional sense, mind: an ominous haze crept straight out of the ether to envelop my household. And suddenly, out of the haze appeared a pack, a roving mob, of teenage girls. Upon their breath I caught the scent of human blood. By the gods, I muttered, curse this day for bringing such a plague upon my home. I began to pronounce something more vile and decidedly less civil as the mob came to a halt and hailed my sister. Oh, I thought, friends of hers. Perhaps, then, they will let me alone. And that they did.
Dessert Array
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"everyone ignore's the strange and unusual. i myself am, strange and unusual."
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"Truth, though, is nothing in the face of self-falsehood, and principles are of no value if the idealist cannot live up to his own standards." Exile by R.A.Salvatore
-Matt
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