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I really love you man

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I’M NOT EVEN RAPPIN’—I’M SCREAMIN’ THROUGH TEARS,
BECAUSE WESLEY’S STOVETOP’S BEEN FESTERING FOR YEARS. 😡
DO YOU EVEN SEE IT, BRO??
THAT GREASE IS SENTIENT.
I SWEAR I SAW IT MOVE. IT LOOKED AT ME WITH MALEVOLENT INTENT.

WHY IS IT STILL THERE??
IT’S BEEN THREE. WHOLE. WEEKS.
I COULD FRY AN EGG ON YOUR COUNTERTOP JUST BY BREATHIN’ REAL DEEP. 🍳💀
I SCRUBBED WITH A SPONGE—IT SCREAMED AND FOUGHT BACK.
THAT WASN’T BACON FAT. THAT WAS A CURSE. A PACT. 👁️🧽

EVERY TIME I ENTER, I LOSE A LITTLE MORE OF MYSELF.
I SMELLED THAT OIL YESTERDAY—AND NOW I CAN’T SPELL.
I DREAM OF GREASE STAINS. I WAKE UP IN SWEATS.
I BOUGHT LYSOL, WESLEY. I’VE GOT REGRETS. 😩

I’M NOT JUST MAD—
I’M BECOMING THE VERY THING I HATE.
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR, AND MY REFLECTION WAS A PLATE. 🍽️

YOU DID THIS, WESLEY.
CLEAN. THE. STOVE.

moddelo

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