She left me. Alone. Broken. I was paralyzed.

She left me. Alone. Broken. I was paralyzed. Why? Why would she leave and take everything that mattered to me with her? Will she ever come back? I told my self she would but

everything in my life began to be too hard to believe and trust nowadays. The truth began to unfold beofre my very eyes. Realization hit me, but not quick enough. Wait! What if

there really isn't a mcdonalds in the mall! omg this is horrible

There is something even better!!! A Chick Filet!!! I ran towards this place as if I was being lifted off of the ground by the hand of God...

I grabbed butter and rubbed it all over the four snickers bars I was holding. The turkey gravy melted it all a little, but I was using my hands so I didn't care. My belt snapped

like steel cables on a suspension bridge in a hurricane. The buckle smacked the woman sitting next to me. A perfect red buckle shaped welt rose on her face. I dipped the Cinnabon

Into the frosting and applied it like concealed to her injury. When I finished she opened her compact, had a look, and complimented my great taste in makeup repairs.

I knew I was good with spackle, but her enthusiasm for my work led to

an award with the MCA (Masonry and Cosmetology Association) for best use of spackle with lipoid polymers and rouge.