In Loving Memory of My Dearly Departed Egg
Today I got to decorate eggs for Easter tomorrow. As I was decorating my first egg, Marble came up to me, and I was at first oblivious to his evil designs. As my natural reaction, I bent down to pet the treacherus scum of a dog. As I reach for him, I hear the egg I had absent-mindedly put down begin to roll, but it was too late. My beautifal egg
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You know what I have just realized? My family hasn't made easter eggs for TWO YEARS NOW!
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