the cookie... 

the cookie...

(nena in)

"Go ahead eat it! I dare you. Gippy's in NO mood and if she sees you handling all the cookies and putting them back theres going to be an ass whooping and it ain't gonna be mine"
"you HEARD him" shouted Gippy. Being a good boy Ansel inhaled the cookie, sat down as to be noticed less and started to sculpt with the scraps before him. Soon his jacket was off and his shirt sleeves rolled up and ignoring the rumble in his stomach worked off it. Some lady started singing while sliding her hefty figure into the long table from which they all sat. He really didn't know why but the song ,the softness of it sent tears

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