loosely based on a true story

It's two a.m on a sunday morning and I'm craving my java chip frappuchino ice cream from Starbucks. I go to the fridge, grab the ice cream out of the fridge and then grab a fork. I go to my room and start digging in, but for some reason I get bits and chunks instead of a rounded spoonful of tasty fattiness. I continue eating ice cream with a fork for five more minutes until I finally realized I was using a fork.

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