Imagine #2

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Imagine, dear reader, you've returned home after running an errand.

You open the door to find Spinel. She's on her back, laying on the floor. She's eating cereal, not with milk, but with water, on a plate, with a fork. Beside her sat a jar of half eaten peanut butter, a charred cup of ramen, and an inflatable pool with a lawn chair sitting inside it. She's hicupping like made and only staring at the ceiling with dismay.

"Pink Diamond..." She groaned, shoving a forkful of soggy cereal to her mouth and shaking her head to display her shame.

She hiccuped, scooping another bite of watery cereal into her mouth. After gulping it down, she lazily turned her attention to you. "Pink was such a b-"

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