Once again, I was a man. (to recount, I am a girl) I was sitting in a dinning room that was in a bakery. I had tons of cakes sitting around me. All in small slivers, and all different kind and colors. I knew in my mind that I was tasting these for two purposes. One: I was getting married to my (woman) fiance. Two: Someone I knew was graduating.
I ate all of the cakes. Every. SIngle. Last. One. Of. Them.
I didn't even choose any cakes for my occasions. I just ate them.
The End.
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Dream State
Short StoryThis a collection of the dreams I have, compiled into short stories. (These are all true dreams i have, and i try to write them without bias.)
