Chapter Twenty Three

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☀︎︎ Alessia's Prescriptive...

             After all of the others and I fumbled around the kitchen, we decided to call it a day and went to our own rooms with a mango. Well, except Maya, who took about five.

"Maya, weren't you allergic to mangos?..", I asked.

"Noo, that was when I was like uh three", Maya replied.

"Bruh", I commented.

"Why are you always so mean", Maya said, pretending to cry.

"I am not! You're just weak!", I shot. Maya laughed.

"I am not!", Maya shot. I shrugged.

"Hope you eat some foot alligator virus rat tooth grandmas ashes sprinkle of poop momo pictures donald trump nose hairs used period pads jeffree stars makeup palettes crushed yellow water a burrito someone spit on a soggy nutella sandwich with some sand weave hairs james charles eyelashes some sprite (cranberry) seaweed taco with disgusting toppings rodent hair dead and alive cockroaches with flees praying bug heads beatle eggs burnt croissant coodies a water someone spat out without brushing teeth expired rat juice blurs toe clippings booger rotten bread and baby tears", I grumbled.

(Credits to Jimbolii and iiwolfiewaffle (the chaotic duo) for making that up ....😳)

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