Christine couldn't stop.
The mentos were too much.
They were her drug.
They were her oxygen.
She couldn't live without them.
She was done with your bullsh*t saying that she was addicted.
She knew she was.
She didn't care.
She lay on the bed, laughing. Her chains on her wrists clinking. She screamed out. But nobody heard her.
Goodnight, Crazy Mentos Lady.
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Mentos (In Progress)
DiversosThis is a joke, My mother told me to write about Mentos. -shrug-
