My Ranting Place

Marshmallows

Theme: Guilty pleasure (I mean who even eats marshmallows in their late twenties; is the general perception)
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"Can you please tell me how to open up?", Ace yelled frustratingly as he punched the closet door.

"Well first, take a deep breath", Bennett started as he kept reading his book while lying comfortably in his bed.

His friend; Ace, took a deep breath upon his instructions.

"Close your eyes and see what comes to your mind and then-".

"What the fuck does this have to do with opening this stupid closet door?!", Ace furrowed his brows at Bennett; whose attention was on him now.

"You asked me how to open up. And for that you  need to know what you are feeling calmly because only then you can talk to me openly and I can help you afterwards", Bennett waved his hands, along with the book in one hand, around for emphasis.

"Seriously?", Ace glared at his friend.

"What?", asked Bennett as he closed his book and put it aside.

"Keep your psychology degree under your damn pillow dude! I am talking about your closet door which is not budging at all"

"Oh".

"Yeah, oh", Ace rolled his eyes. "Can you for real tell me-".

"I don't know what happened but the pane just got stuck yesterday. Well, it is a pretty old one. Why are you so agitated about it being stuck anyways?'.

A loud wail echoed in the room, "MY HEAVENLY MARSHMALLOWS".
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