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Of Hot Pockets and Unnecessary Police Reports

“Oh my God, Kelsi! It was not that bad! You need to get over it.” I look at her, eyes rolled towards the heavens, and sigh. She is so dramatic, it drives me insane.

“But…you were there! You saw what happened,” she exclaims with an air of exasperation. She looks down and starts playing with her food, sighing dramatically. “You know, we could report it,” she says with a devilish grin spread across her lips.

“I know. But it wasn’t that bad! Now shut up and eat your Hot Pocket.”

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