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Jelly beans are evil.
I innocently bought a big tub of Jelly Bellies. I have three children, three baskets, I need a lot of jelly beans.
Yes, I still do baskets even though my “children” are 20, 17 and 14. Don’t judge.
I bought them, I planned ahead and patted myself on the back. Then a couple of nights ago I was up late, I was writing. Writing is hard work and I was a little grumpy. The only things remotely yummy in the kitchen were almond butter and some blueberries that looked iffy.
The house was quite, everyone was asleep. I had just written what I thought were a pretty good group of sentences. I leaned back in my chair and that’s when I remembered the beans. I swear they smiled at me, dared me through that plastic bucket. I looked around, kind of like a spy, but more ridiculous.
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