Alphabet Soup

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If you are reading this, then there are two things you need to know. One- You are me, and Two- you don't want to be me. You may also find it handy to know this- In twelve hours, thirteen minutes and 26 seconds you're going to kill yourself. But that's beside the point. In fact, the point isn't really a point at all but more or less a question. How does one make alphabet soup? This might sound like a rather unusual thing to be thinking of in your final twelve hours, twelve minutes and sixteen seconds of life, but you see, I've had a lot of time to ponder over this and I've come to a conclusion. Alphabet soup is made in much the same way a group of acquaintances is formed. By complete chance. Now, I'm not saying that the way the soup is made is a process of chance, I'm actually just talking about the letters. Because I'm X. An off-chance occurrence that never should have happened but did. A ten on the Scrabble board and a negative eleven in person. And this? Well, this is it, all of it, and no, I'm not going to be nice.