Crippling Terror

“Where is it!?” I cried out, fearful that it would be lost forever. I searched high and low.  The key to my existence, the very essence of my being- gone. Scared out of my mind, I fall to my knees in despair. I curl up on the floor, weeping softly. Suddenly, a voice sharply roused me from my wallowing.
“Jesus Christ, Tom! I’ll buy more Oreos in the morning! Get up!”
“Yes, mom.”

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