The Bleakness of the Last Cookie

by Jay

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And, while I’m eating that cookie, and the freshly-baked warmth is crashing against the wholesome cold of the milk in my mouth, and the planet spins just a bit slower, and the light is just a bit brighter, I start to think again.

And my thoughts are suddenly optimistic. And I know I can accomplish something worthwhile. I will make something that keeps the living, breathing me in the minds of people long after I’m gone. I will forever be remembered as a vibrant young master of whatever I choose.

And then I realize that I already ate the last cookie.

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  1. The Bleakness of the Last Cookie

    Alexa ♥'s Buddy Icon Alexa ♥

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    And, while I’m eating that cookie, and the freshly-baked warmth is crashing against the wholesome cold of the milk in my mouth, and the planet spins just a bit slower, and the light is just a bit brighter, I start to think again.

    Chocolate has that affect on me as well.

  2. The Bleakness of the Last Cookie

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted about 1 year ago

    Wow, the depth of a cookie. And to think from this we got a ficlet about omnipotent spam. What a weird site this is sometimes.

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